By now the sick man had seen the other ring on Gabe’s right hand, under Celia’s butt and had panicked.“Who are you?’ he demanded in desperatio...n.“I am Gabriell, Duke of Pembrook, and Prince of the North,” Gabe answered, “and you are under arrest for murdering your brother, the Count of Buckland.” The man in the bed collapsed.Gabe was having trouble standing himself.“Sergeant, I need to sit down for a while,” he said The newly promoted Sergeant quickly grabbed a chair and moved it behind the. “On what grounds?” Judge Jack asked.Liam asked, “How are we supposed to know who is winning the case without feedback from the audience?”“You don’t,” Judge Jack. “Objection overruled.”“I get it now,” Liam said. “You want the poor wretched widow to lose.”“No I don’t,” Judge Jack said.“Then let her go,” Liam said.“No. We must have a trial to establish her guilt or innocence,” Judge Jack said.“Good try, Liam,” Chom shouted.Judge Jack said, “No heckling.”“That wasn’t a heckle, that was an. I was now ready to cuff my hands behind my back. Within a few clicks I was now lying on my side on the bed in complete self-pleasure. I could rub my thighs together offering ample stimulation at the same time fantasising as the soft Lycra slowly heated my legs.I must have being lying on the bed only about fifteen minutes when I heard the front door open and Karen calling my name. She shouted up to let me know she had forgotten her purse and she need some cash before going to the pub. I. FESSELNDisclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at.