She knelt down on the floor, bowing to the magistrate. There were four male guards lining up on each side of the court, each with a heavy paddle in t...eir hands. Hanging on the walls were other torture implements such as bull-whips, and also thick incense sticks. There were also pokers being burnt to a white hot in a furnace.The young lady was accused of having sex affairs with another young man and plotted the death of her husband by poisoning him.The magistrate interrogated her, “Tell me:. Half asleep, I groaned as a tongue swirled around my head. My cock swelled and throbbed from the hand wrapped around it. I felt, more than heard, the aroused sounds and small moans my mystery lover was making around my cock. I reached down, running my fingers through long hair, feeling their head bob up and down. I opened my eyes to peek and jolted wide awake when I realized who it was. My bedroom door was slightly open and in the light from the hallway I could see my roommate's girlfriend. "This, this your fault," she told her, getting up and pushing her hands into the face of the teenage girl. "Ya did this."Emma shook her head. "No," she cried and stepped backwards to avoid the flailing arms of the irate mother. "No I didn't."Tara climbed up onto the chair and swung her arm at Emma who was backing away from the irate mother. "You fucking liar," she screamed as two court officials opened the door to the gallery. "You led 'im on. He's got ten years, you fucking beetch. Ten fucking. Have you got anything on under that sweater or is that all you're wearing?"She opened it up to reveal a lightweight dress, something for the spring or summer, looking like it too had been worn for months straight."Hmmm. I don't think any of that would withstand a cycle in the washer. Probably fall apart. I don't suppose there's anyone you'd like me to call, is there? Some relative, maybe? Like a mother who misses you?" No, there's nobody like that, Arthur." I suppose not. Well, it's not going.