An evil many years ago had been repaid, she had seen that justice had been served. And the price of taking that justice had seen her forced to declare...herself a witch finder... she considered herself more compassionate than most, more willing to see the truth than to play an innocent into the hands of a baying mob, but all the same, it was a horrible profession. She just hoped the man was either so mad that he would admit his guilt, or that she would find solid ground to declare him innocent.. A good wife that felt like life was passing her by and she had missed the fun she deserved because she had played by all the unspoken rules. A wife that kept her pussy only for her husband despite her wildness in her pre-marital days when she was a “hot number” with a lot of satisfied boyfriends and strange “one-night only” males with hard cocks and no conscience about her age or inexperience.A knock on the door signaled the arrival of Betty and Veronica whom she had personally recruited from. A ...brassiere." I hesitated to say the word, in case merely speakingthe name signified agreement to wear one."You mean, you've got no boobs that require a bra? I know that,sweetie. Though if you want some, if having breasts makes bettersense to you when you've wearing a bra, it's no trouble to get yousome. We provide them all the time at the hospital, the all-in-oneimplant kind and the grow-them-yourself hormone kind. Though notusually for men. If you really do want breasts to go with. Remember, if you call the cops, both die."Jen picked up the photos, the clothes and the note and quickly took them to her office. Before she left the room, she turned to the customer and asked, "Can you stay with Jackie until I call the police?" Yes, of course," replied the pretty blonde. "The paramedics are on the way. You do what you have to do. I don't dance until the late shift. TC says I that I should have been getting more of those shifts. He wants to make it up to me." Thanks, Serena, I.