Period ... end of story.”The judge banged the gavel, stood, settled his robes and fled to his chambers. He was going to return the bribe. He had to....Never had he been so lied to by an insurance company. Maybe he’d keep it ... as a lesson.My attorney and I stepped into chambers. The Insurance company’s lawyer followed.Bailiff and Clerk moved to exclude but I said, “Let him in. I have a deal.”The amenities were soon settled, drinks all round, and I put up my hand.“Miss Flintkote.”“JW, my brother,. "I knew I could remember it. Funny name. A littlesissy cocksucker named, like, cock ran." He laughed, enjoying thememory.I must have stopped sucking. I was still kneeling there when he slappedme on the side of my head."You quitting on me, bitch? You falling asleep down there? You wantyour three packs, you gotta get me hard so's I can fuck your sissy ass." Yes sir," I said, recovering, getting back to work in earnest.And the rest of the date went pretty much as usual, until he asked me. He came close now. He was starting to remove her clothing. He did it slow and with a purpose. She could hear him breathing. He unbound her as was required to remove a shirt arm or a pant leg and rebound her quickly. She was afraid yet not afraid??her breath was shallow and rapid. She could feel a tingling inside her; she wasn’t sure how to define it to herself. She was down to just the black lace panties this time. He filled his hand with her breast and gently squeezed it pulling his hand away,. From half an inch below the belly button, she had a cream layer on her lower body in the shape of panties. She had placed nicely chopped red strawberries over her clit till her lower pussy on the white cream. She had poured cherry syrup.“Hope you like your dinner. You have exactly one hour to finish this,” She said, grinning. Slowly trying not to shake anything, she extended her arm picked up a cherry.“Feel free to use any syrups from the table. Bon appetite,” saying this, she placed a whole.