He tried to remember what they looked like but all he could recall was that they were three men and three women.Besides him and Gloria, the other ten ...urors were pretty much a passive group, silent for the most part; it was redeeming quality that left him hopeful the trial would progress rapidly to a swift conclusion. At the end of each row of jurors, a pair of overweight black housewives sat like unemotional bookends waiting for their instructions. They all had tag with their juror number and. We did cause a bit of a stir in the restaurant in our black leathers, but neither of us cared a bit, we were in love and that was all that mattered.We made love again later on when we went to bed, the conventional way this time and fell asleep in each other's arms. In the morning when we awoke we reached for each other, our feelings were incredibly strong compared to what we'd both known before. Somehow it mattered to neither of us that our love was outlawed in every civilised society the world. “Would you like to see a real naked woman?” she asked. “You bet!” said Brad, old enough to find the thought of naked women terribly exciting, but not really knowing why. He knew his little penis got all stiff and rubbery when he thought about them. He still had not connected that the naked woman he was about to see was Angie. “OK” said Angie, as she slid the dress up and over her head. Shaking her hair free she looked at Brad, who couldn’t remove his eyes from her breasts. She noticed. Rubber gloved anal fistings were one of herfavorite techniques. Sondra would fist her little sister and then sit onher face and force her to eat her ass out. By the time she was eighteenChrissie was her total slave. Poor Chrissie was now far more insane that even Sondra and wouldcrave the most debasing treatments. Chrissie was now the ultimate fetishbimbo with proportions like Jessica Rabbit. Sondra had spent weeksaltering her face and body in her private surgical suite, a suite thatwas totally.