The honorable Federal judge, Belinda Carter slams down the gavel and pronounces the sentence on the car-jacker, the jury decided and immediately leaves the crowded courtroom. She needs a stiff drink or two. The defendant was a viciously violent made-man from Haiti named Marcus Henry and his look when she delivered his sentence was pure "I'll get even with you!" The whole time he stood before her, his cock was fully out-lined in his orange jump suit and Belinda had trouble concentrating. It must be eight inches if it is an inch.
The man took the woman hostage and then tied her to a bed and for four days used her any way he could. The craziest thing about the case is the woman's husband pushed charges, as the woman was too conflicted to testify. In the pre-trial she claimed it "wasn't that bad" numerous times, effectively ruining her own case if she testified.
Belinda exits the rear of the building and getting in her Mercedes-Benz SL-Class convertible, she motors out into the rain and heads to her townhouse in the historic section of Boston. Although she is only thirty-three, she is the youngest elected judge in the state and a three time pageant winner from Wellesley College. These pageants paid her way through the Ivy League institution and made her the talk of the campus when it was learned how good of a figure she has.
Belinda was very careful to not be seen wearing a bikini or showing too much cleavage, as she had and still has political ambitions. She even turned down at least four photo shoots and one was for a half million dollars -- but she had to pass. Maybe if she bombs out politically, Playboy will still make good on the offer.
Pulling into her gated community, she motors into her two car garage and closes the door behind her as the sun sets. What she doesn't see is the man across the street eyeing her. His name is Phillip Morgan and he's been paid to take her life, if the verdict went against Marcus Henry and the contract for 10K is collectable upon receipt. Phillip has been in the house since this morning when he surprised Mandy Hamlin's Latina maid in the kitchen. That was maybe four hours ago and he's had her drugged and sleeping body twice already and boy is it warm and juicy. She'll recover and won't remember his face and that is his intention while he entertains his own body with hers.
Belinda has two things on her mind. Booze and lots of it, as that man scared her beyond what is reasonable and the other is a hot bath. She makes herself a double Seven & Seven and downs it, refilling the glass. The effect of the alcohol is immediate and she drops her clothes on the floor in the bathroom as the water fills her giant tub. Putting Sade on her phone she slips under the bubbles listening to the soft voice of the singer and feels the warmth wash over her golden globes and large brown nipples.
