Downstairs Trudy was getting the same treatment, the corks had worked their magic and the tape was as good, if not better than last time, they had lea...nt and they were going to use it to entrap Trudy Tompkins.With pictures of cocks in her mouth, things up her cunt and cum dribbling down her face now safely stored Nathan played his final hand. The two of them propelled the dazed woman in to Judith's bedroom; Roy lay on the bed totally naked his hands behind his head; half way down the bed Judith. “Yes it is. Who is this?”“My name is Philippe Moritz. I’m a reporter for the Daily Tribune. I spoke with your mother earlier.”“My mother? I can’t picture her calling you.”“Don’t worry, she didn’t. I heard about your story from your neighbor and I contacted her to get your perspective.”Al’s phone buzzed, indicating another call, but he realized this call was too important to ignore. He couldn’t ask the reporter to kill the story if he kept him hanging. Not stopping to check who the other caller. Mely and June kissed Mary and me in congratulations, and then we introduced them to Judge McHenry while Aimee handed out menus to everybody.For entertainment, Aimee had managed to get CDs of the Original House Band from the Isle of the Goddess we visited in Chicago, and we listened to some great jazz and rock as we ate our meals. The first song, however, was from a special tape that had been sent from Chicago. As a wedding present, Aimee and Debbie had asked the owners of the Goddess clubs for. "I don't think you understand what I mean. What I mean is, completely submitto everything someone wants. Basically, to be their slave." I watched as she paused and adverted her eyes from me to the waiter, it wasan awkward moment for both of us. She squirmed a little in her seat and I hadfleeting thoughts wondering if she was turned off or if the thought I justplanted in her pretty little head made her feel erotically aware of the possibilitiesI was proposing. I dropped the subject for the.