It was seven-thirty in the morning, the earliest I’d been up and about since I arrived in town. I carefully wound the watch and tucked it back into ...y vest, as I eased into the dining room.The place was about three-quarters full, but I managed to find a table against the wall and sat down. The gloomy weather and all the heavy lifting my brain had been doing last night had me in a melancholy mood. I was full of thoughts about the realness of my situation this morning. I mean, was I really back. It helped to keep a poker face when you were a federal judge. He also noticed that he looked much older than the last time he had seen him. He looked pale, even frail. It was somewhat of a shock. The Judge had always been a big, strong man and he was rarely sick. Mac could see his hand tremble slightly as he took a drink. He suddenly realized that the Judge looked ill."Mac, I'm sitting on a big case that involves the RICO Act and racketeering. There are some big names involved here; very. ..now he was in the front seat next to me on the passenger’s side of my life. I took my ramen out of the microwave and rushed back to my room slamming the door behind me. I looked in the mirror doors of my closet and saw my reflection standing there staring at me. This would be normal except the only problem was I wasn't standing. I had sunk to the floor curled up in a ball traumatized. He rolled his eyes, "Will you get up it's embarrassing" and I did I don't know how but I was suddenly. She ripped the clamp off Lee's clit. My sex slave sister gasped and quivered, her perky tits jiggling. Her hips humped the air and her face squeezed shut. I knew when she fought an orgasm. More pussy juices trickled down her thighs while Melody removed the ring then replaced the clamp.“Oh, god,” Lee groaned, her entire body trembling. She shifted on her feet. “Master?”“No cumming,” I told her. “It's not your day.”“Yes, Master,” she whimpered, the chains dangling from her clamped nubs swaying..