As the Supreme Court said in Stack v. Boyle, 'defendant's bail cannot be set higher than an amount that is reasonably likely to ensure the defendant's... presence at the trial' and is thus a violation of their Eighth Amendment rights.”“And what would be a fair amount, Mrs. Reenburg?” asked the judge, staring at her with hands folded.“None.” The judge arched an eyebrow at her. “None? I can't give them no bail.”“The minimum,” she said. “$5000 each.”“That's ridiculously low,” said Ed. “They can meet. She then became more agitated; "We can't work in many jobs because they are reserved for men. We can't ask to divorce abusive husbands but they can get a divorce from us because we can't bear children. The law doesn't require that we receive an education and when we do get one, we're often taught to barely read, sign our name and simple arithmetic. That's what we want. The same things you would want in our circumstances." Settle down! I wasn't aware of half of this. But that's it? Nothing. Then she licked around his cockhead in tiny circles. She grasped the root of his prick with her right hand, slowly jacking it off as she licked it.Her tongue slid over and over his piss hole. She held his prick and her head still, swirling only her tongue around and around. As Sylvia became more excited, she stiffened her tongue and began shaking her head in circles. She twisted her head from side to side, flicking her soft, velvety tongue over and over his sensitive prickhead. She squeezed his. Guess the gig is up or is it."Surely you don't need to tell anyone what I did," I proclaim, advancing forward, circling him like prey, slamming the door closed and causing him to jump."No, I didn't, I mean I don't… I won't," he stammers, pocketing his phone and backing his ass up against the cabinet's tabletop."What did you hope to achieve anyway?" I ask."Uh, I don't know," he says, but takes in my body with lust and a little bit of shame in his eyes. "I suppose I wanted an apology." An.