Halfway through the movie, she fell asleep lying in my lap. I looked her over as she lay there, the waist band of her pajama pants sat right on the po...int of her hip while her t-shirt had fallen into the curve of her waist while she lay on her side between my legs. This exposed her beautiful olive skin and accentuated her slim waist and wide hips. Further down her red toe nails drew attention to her sexy feet. I began to wish she was awake as I got hard thinking about her. Part of me wanted to. ’ I realized she’s right. Anyia’s behavior is only going to get worse until someone brings her under control. And besides, I took an oath to defend my clients’ interests to the best of my ability. I do not believe that Criminal # 101025 should be moved to the Royal House. It is my duty to try to get her transferred back. I realized that if I get fired, I get fired, but I cannot allow myself to be dishonored. And if I get fired, then I will know that the Creator wants me to pursue a different. Now dressed in my tee shirt, though no skin was visible, her breasts strained against the thin white fabric as if she were smuggling a pair of succulent ripe melons. Her smooth legs thrust from the hem, alternately flashing a warm cocoa-brown as the natural light in the hallway bounced off them. I was almost embarrassed to find myself looking upon my mother as a woman but my dick didn’t seem to share my feelings of guilt. The reactionary swelling of my teenage cock began to bulge my shorts out. The girls were very cold when the sun finally came up and started to warm their naked bodies, which they were all very grateful for. It was about nine o’clock when George finally appeared and started to release the harem of slaves. They were told to stand and stay where they were. They would be told when to move. After the last slave was released, in this case Cindi, they were all herded like cattle with a whip into the pool house where they were all to shower and clean up. The masters would.