I lowered mypanties slowly, revealing my pussy."God! What a Slut!", shouted the driver.I felt shame run through my body. My little cunt creamed. Yes I...am ano good shitty slut, I thought. I am a fuck'n whore!I fought the need to cum. Master did not command it. I handed my pantiesto the driver, as if it was a hundred dollar tip."Come back later, and I'll give you a tip, WHORE!", the driver sneered.I slowly lowered my dress, and turned. I had not noticed that severalservants were watching my. If the captured mouse so chooses, she will stay with her Minotaur until the next round.” His hand moved up ever so slightly to rest on her lower ribs. She shifted uncomfortably but remained silent, watching the mice scatter in the maze.The maze itself had walls high enough so that runners could not see over them but from Mr. Redd’s standpoint it was easy to see everyone moving. There were several curiously elevated places and she asked “What are those plateaus?” “Claiming pedestals.” He. The rest of the evening was spent in locating a Benjamin Russoe, who Debbie said had taken her virginity on HIS eighteenth birthday. Debbie, thankfully, was over eighteen at that time.Success!The next morning, at precisely 10 am, the court was called to order. There was a fleeting sense of relief when I saw the jurors trooping in, looking a lot less severe than they had yesterday. "I know it is quite unorthodox, Your Honor, but I would like to make my opening statement at this moment. I will. I loved the way he held me, the confident way he handled my body with his.He didn't say anything, just looked around to make sure no one else was in sight, walked in under the cover of the trees, and put hands either side of my stomach. He pulled me towards him, pressed my thin dress against his suit, and touched my mouth with his firm lips.He was a little taller than me, firm and solid, but not fat. His dark hair was trimmed short and neat, his eyes sparkled with whatever light was available..