They got there in plenty of time, parked, and headed into the courthouse.This was the first time Roger had been in the courthouse in Hawthorne. It was...a fairly new building, only about ten years old, but was mostly masonry, about as sterile as the typical elementary school without all the kids' drawings hanging on the walls. The probate courtroom was almost as bad, with wood paneling going up the walls about eight feet and stopping, and painted cinder block showing above it up to the acoustical. No? Bullshit. That’s not happening this time, slave.“You know, I had planned to gag you. Something about blindfolds and gags. They just go together, don’t you think? Kinda like peanut butter and jelly. Anyway, I wanted to use the bit gag ‘cause love the way it stretches your mouth when it’s buckled tight. Show some mercy, I was thinking. Be a nice Mistress and give my slave something to gnaw his angst into while I have my wicked way with him.“But, baby, I couldn’t find the mercy to gag you. I. Hell, he got lucky last year when he skated on the cheating thing. That should have been a wake-up call.”No kidding, I thought. But I also knew I had to go talk to him and see if I could convince him to shape up or at least get a plan on what to do next. Although, I might let that wait for a day or two, until he cooled down.The conversation turned away from Josh, since his outburst had already made everyone uncomfortable; but it was evident that the entire group was worried about him, leaving a. His commander started sucking her husband off and the wife started kissing and touching her. His wife was a big fat woman. Needless to say she freaked out, not a good 1st girl on girl experience. I silenty smirked, knowing I was about to turn that around. I saw that the wine was starting to kick in. She was giggling a bit more and definitely opening up. After a while of talking, S he took off her cardigan getting more comfortable. I took that as a cue and grabbed her hand saying "Come on, I'm.