I guessed she was 17 or 18 or so and cute as a button.Her outfit was also nice. The JRG wore a tight white bodysuit with outdated 80s-style colorful s...lashes and a little white skirt. The suit was long sleeved and long legged, clinging like a second skin all the way from her graceful wrists to her ankles, her feet bare. The front of her costume had a relatively modest U-neck with just enough cleavage to draw attention to her perky breasts. They were lovely – pert, perfectly shaped, and exactly. " "Yes Mistress" I quickly shot back, being sure to avoid another ass slap. Then she pulled a bottle out of the bathroom drawer, it looked to be a pint size bottle of clear liquid with a long hose attached to the top of the bottle, running down to a six inch tube that had holes along the sides. Mistress was in full character mode now, "Ok now bend your head to the floor, grab your cheeks spreading them nice and wide for me. Show me that pink puckered pussy of yours slut." I had to place my head. She did mention that they did deny it back then but it would make them look guilty if they would have said otherwise. Time and time again Pat would say that the officials didn’t do much follow up since they thought they had their killer. She wanted, of course, to make the jury find a reasonable doubt. Some say Jeff shouldn’t have been called to testify, but Pat wanted him on the stand. She felt he was innocent and besides all the prosecution could do was badger him. They had no new evidence to. ‘Now that this financial crisis is over, I’ve been trying to make amends by starting new businesses and giving people jobs,’ he said with pride while suddenly taking on the persona of a superhero instead of a deviously despicable banker. Jennifer stopped crying to look up at him with hope. ‘Can you help us?’ He sighed and rolled his eyes. ‘I can’t help every person who comes to my door but I have helped others keep their homes. Being that you’ve already lost your home, too late for that now,.