It was at that moment, Jason Bishop leaned over the court rail from the first row of spectator seats and whispered in Liz’s ear. He was by then know... as a first-class bankruptcy hack after only five years in practice, “I elect under 1111B for my client.”She heard the words but had no idea of their meaning and hesitated. The voice behind her spoke again, and it was firm, “I elect under 1111B for my client.”“Your honor,” Liz began, “I elect under 1111B for my client.”The Judge jerked straight up. “Oh my”, she whispered as inches started to penetrate her wet cunt. She was tight but slowly with little struggle took all the 8 inches of my cock shaft. “Damn, you are a big boy”. She whispered feeling the meat of my balls on her pussy lips. Now without any delay, she started to work up and down on my cock length while her tits bounced to entertain me. Getting familiar and used to my larger size, she began to fuck herself much more violently, as her “V” slammed against my shaved pubic bone.. Instead, she opted to put on the pink cotton panties with the Hello Kitty logo that she had shown off to her dad before, and put on a cute camisole style top and a denim miniskirt she liked, too. Then she sat in various ways on the couch and recliner while John took pictures, mostly going for a kind of candid, "peeking" feel for the pictures.For the third picture, Sophia took off the skirt but left on the camisole and panties, and lay back on the couch, imagining she was alone. The idea, as she. “So, you think we can use it?” I asked.“She has the look of a woman that takes what she wants. And she wanted me and the other bimbos.”I glanced around the gala, nodding to people as we moved through the room, our bimbos still moving around us, gushing and cooing and giggling as they sipped at their champagne and nibbled on horderves. I looked past the other guests, the women in their gorgeous gowns, and spotted a dark wing with a velvet rope over it, a sign saying no guests. Above it was.