.I love you baby...I do...all I am asking is a bit more time..." Vanessa cried pleading him whilst wrapping her arms around him.He was actually joking... in the first place. He wanted to test if Vanessa really has fallen for her or not. Well he got his answer. He was laughing his head off in his mind, looking at a proud confident, beautiful, smart, sexy, devout christian wife and mother to be begging him for more time if he wants to put a baby inside her belly. "Okay...I give you time...but as. Pamela did exactly what Judge Redding told her to, and even though she was beginning to feel uncomfortable with her own submissiveness and willingness to let the judge order her what to do, she was compliant and she'd dressed in preparation for her rendezvous with the judge just as he'd told her to.Pamela didn't actually own some of the lingerie and clothing items Judge Redding had told her he wanted her to wear, so she had not only gone to a department store, but also to the Victoria's Secret. Steve looked at the brass covered ashtray in his hand. Funny, he didn't remember winning it at any of the concession booths. In fact, he didn't remember much of anything since the cute redhead, his ninth attempt, had told him to go into Myrtle the Mystic's tent to "Get a future!" *Wow* he thought; *I must have really tied one on at the beer tent after that!* Without thinking, he began to rub the ashtray on the leg of his jeans. Smoke exploded from the ashtray, knocking him over onto his side on. The guy laughed at me and said not anymore and pocketed the cash.He then withdrew a knife and held it towards me and demanded me to tell him the pin numbers to my credit cards, but when I told him they were frozen too, he became enraged and cut the top of my t-shirt and ripped it open and tore my t-shirt off, he then asked me again and I again told him the cards were useless, he then cut my vest open and ripped it off and told me that he would keep going until I told him the pin numbers. I.