This judge is owned by somebody. I think we're up against something we don't even understand, something nasty... Damn..." My gosh... What can we do?" ...he hearing hasn't started yet. I'm so sorry Mr. Connors. Maybe just walking out of here with Isabelle... It might be your only chance..." Christ!" I hissed again. I looked at Isabelle. She gave me a slight nod. I stood up and offered her my hand."May I ask where you think you're going?" the judge called from his bench."Uh, yes, your honor. I'm. "Yes, I'm looking for Don Stephens. Is he in?" Just a moment," she smiled. "I'll get him for you." With that, she turned and strode to the row of offices along the back wall of the room.Junior was nervously watching this, wondering if this was his big moment. Why else would they be at a car dealership, he asked himself?Another middle-aged man appeared and walked briskly toward them with a big smile on his face."Hi, Bill, good to see you. And this must be Bill Junior," he said in his best. It had and adjoining closet with my own room; so I had already figured out it was a perfect spot for peeping. Then I eased into the closet and peeped through her door to see what the moaning was all about.There my aunt was over one of the bedposts, easing her body up and down on it. The bitch was fucking that big knob so deep that I could not believe it would fit in her cunt. The lights were dim, but I could see perfectly her toned body and her juicy wet pussy lips being stretched around the. Therefore, I tried very hard to stay focus but couldn't help. Then Itried to reach a hand to hold on something too to find my balance and Ifelt a female hand to catch my hand and she helped me to sit down on thebench in front of me. I was thinking Cassie was holding me and I felt abit sorry for her to seeing me like that, my perfect male image in frontof her is vanished completely.However, a weird thing was happened. I heard my voice was talking withCora saying. "He is going to be alright very.