Mary picked up the black skirt and stepped into it; she pulled it up to her waist and zipped it up and it accentuated her neat curves around her bum. ...he blouse felt cool around her breasts, making her nipples look even bigger, and she buttoned it up knowing that they stood proud beneath that sheer white blouse. She turned toward the mirror and brushed her hair. It was then the doorbell rang, her heart leapt, knowing that he was here. Her legs felt weak and her pussy was moist as she went to. You wouldn’t believe it, but full pussy-lips are very much ‘in’ these days. Perhaps you would help with the restraints?’ In no time flat, Marie Louise was securely restrained, adopting herself the form of the cross. Flat clamps were attached to her labial lips on both sides and Candy proceeded to load the clamps with weights distending Marie-Louise’s pussy-lips. I must have winced as Candy continued to add weights because Candy said, ‘Yes, Ron, it does hurt, but so does plucking your eyebrows!!. I held her easily against me for a minute before gathering her up in my arms. Then I turned back to the man standing there. ‘Who are you?’ I asked. He looked at Crystal for a minute, and then looked at me. ‘I’m her father.’ I looked at him in shock, ‘Her father?’ I looked around the courtroom. It was deserted. I moved into an empty seating area and lay Crystal gently down on the bench. I looked up to see the man claiming to be her father holding his coat balled up out to me. ‘Thank you.’ I said. Ignoring the cracked leather couch, she carefully spread her towel at one end of the fabric upholstered one and pointed me to the opposite end of it."Trust me, you don't want to sit on the leather couch, even dressed, and God knows what one of the chairs might do to you, even through your towel."I'd already noticed she'd deliberately propped the door open, and was smart enough to know why she'd done it, and why she wanted me at the far end of the sofa."Yes'm."Clutching the condemned's last.