Another microphone hung suspended over the mat.The door opened and Laurel and Cassandra watched fearfully as one of the women, from the Middle East wa... led out. There were fearful exchanges of looks as the door closed and the women were left to wonder about their fate, their eyes glued on the monitor mounted on the wall.The woman was led to the mat and released. As she had been instructed, she turned slowly, revealing every inch of her naked body to the cameras and therefore to the potential. With that, I caressed her hard nipples, pinching them and rubbing them, as my other hand moved slowly from her ankles, making wave patterns slowly all the way up to her inner thighs. Each inch I moved up her legs I could feel more and more warmth rising up from her pussy. Without hesitation I moved my hand up t her pussy. It felt warm and I could feel the wetness beginning to show. My hand stroked her inner thigh, moving close and closer to her womanhood. The moment I touched her pussy, I could. ’ ‘Yes, Laurence. I’m saying these things can be manipulated. That we are approaching the point where that same romantic swelling you have towards some young… uh… lady… can be chemically stimulated and manipulated so that you feel it towards… uh, I don’t know… say… a piece of old chewing gum stuck under your desk.’ That comment was met with expressions of disgust around the room and a few uncomfortable movements as people tried to back away from their desks. It is curious how easily we forget. The judge burst out laughing."Mr. Hart," she began, "being called a twit is not actionable. In fact, if your actions there were anything near your attitude here, I would say Mr. Sears was correct in his assessment."As for the second part, I would say he definitely was correct. He is not a person you want as your enemy."The young attorney got red face and sputtered out a few syllables before regaining composure."Well," he said haughtily, "my client was refused by several attorneys in this matter.