”“Yes, Judge Lane?”“I know you are a good boy and very smart. You and I have talked many times in the past. I also know that you are very resp...ctful of authority. Thus, I hope that there’s a very good reason why you are wearing a neon orange Tuxedo in my court room. Would you please enlighten me?”“It’s like this ... I went to put on my suit this morning and it didn’t fit. The pants wouldn’t close and the suit coat wouldn’t button. The sleeves were too short. I thought I was going to be sick.. ”Rationality returns. Now he smiles and slaps me playfully on the cheek three times, and through gritted teeth says, “Now be a good little cuck and go get me another beer.”Everything is ruined. Abbi is on her feet now and using tissue from the bedside table to clean cum from her back and buttocks.“I think she’s had enough,” I say in the calmest of tones.He turns and looks at her and says, “Awe. You haven’t have you, princess?”“I think Martin has -- haven’t you, darling?”I am unable to say a. My reflection shows in the mirror, his eyes caress me, all sides of me. I decide it’s a curiously wanton feeling, and it feels good. I slowly lower myself to his side, tracing my nails along the length of his body. I feel him quiver from my touch, his whole body responding to me. I gaze upon his nakedness and I see just how much he wants me. Sliding my hands over his chest, I move them slowly down his body until I hear him gasp with pleasure, my hands grasping his erect cock and feeling him. I thought nothing of that, and joined the rest of our social group at bowling."Well, it was a strange sequence of events that spawned the disaster. Carolyn's roommate, Edith, had planned to go home with Jason and spend the night. That should have occurred, but Jason's sister Joyce rushed in at ten o'clock screaming that her roommate Debra had just been beaten up by an enraged boyfriend and begging to use his car. Jason happily provided the keys, but then had to find a place to stay and ended up.