I was told to strip, shower and shave what little beard I had after which my street clothes were handed to me. They'd been cleaned and my torn shirt b...een replaced with a new one.After completing my ablutions and dressing, I had shackles placed on my ankles connected with a chain about two feet long limiting my stride. My hands were handcuffed in front of me then I was led outside and put into a waiting vehicle where we left for the location of my trial.On the way to court, I began to feel. Now I may have been rather childish in looks but I was not green, obviously relishing the sex talk that prevailed in the discussions of girls my age and like my friends I soon discovered the pleasure of working on my clitoris. I would lay on my bed, naked, legs wide apart with a mirror propped up so that I could watch the transformation of the gristly pleasure button as it swelled to triple its normal size, laying back to let the strange but lovely sensations creep over my flesh as I worked it,. I am here to help in any way that I can…”John looked at her foot. Her toes allowed the stiletto to dangle for a moment, swinging to and fro before it fell to the soft carpet. The light nylon stockings did not hide the fact that her purple painted toenails were long and manicured in long tight curves like her fingernails. They did not hide the small tattoo of a circle divided by three wavy lines that was surrounded by a delicate wreath of roses that decorated the ankle.‘Like a dangerous cat with. She is almost as cute as my Claire.Claire’s shimmering red hair was also in pigtails, looking shorter than I remembered from the Cotillion. She was wearing a matching soft blue blouse, also with sequins on it. To complete her ensemble, she was also wearing jeans, but they looked a little worn. I hadn’t realized how attractively slim she was until this moment.Claire said, “Hey you two — glad you could make it. Charles, follow me, I will take you to my daddy who is cooking the food. Susan, why.