Memo to RR, Dorothy also admits to bribing an officer of the law for failure to were a seat belt....
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Dorothy Goes To Traffic Court...
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Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Three Ladies caught in a speed trap and hung beside the road they committed the offence on. Mrs. Brown has just driven past on her way home from a shopping trip doing seventy in a forty zone, and unknown to her she has been caught on camera, so the enforcers will be waiting when she get`s home,
good job she is wearing clean knickers
good job she is wearing clean knickers
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Dorothy needs to get a slower car...
Tree
Tree
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Now you have me all giggles Admihoek i would just be right with Fred Flintstone ,mind you i could corrupt him and that would never do
is that her evil sister Emma in the back seat eying, her jimmy driving???
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T
Memo to Tree: Since Dorothy has gone through the trouble of putting on clean knickers, after she is noosed remove said knickers before pulling lever.
*Don't want them soiled with anything but her horny cunt's juices...
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Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
Thanks Tree, this is a funny story, good job.
Dorothy would spend the night and part of the morning in the guest dungeon. It was not very comfortable and she found the restroom facility of cell somewhat lacking.
Later in the day Dorothy was treated to a warm bath with fruit and wine and her hair would be styled.
Ulrika paid close attention to Dorothy’s ‘needs’. Dorothy thought that she should at least be bi-sexually if not a lesbian and enjoyed numerous orgasms.
Dorothy wondered why she was suddenly being treated so well. Little did she know Tree and Judge Admi were before the high court yet again.
Tree was demanding 24 hours with Dorothy before allowing her to be submitted to Judge Admi’s interrogation before her fair trial. Judge Admi argued there was no need for such consultations.
Tired, the high jurist said “Look, Judge Admi, it is no secret you skirted the law in ‘The Great Slave Rebellion’ to take Barbaria’s sister Kara into custody so I am inclined to grant Mr. Tree’s request. As for you Mr. Tree, I presume you will respect you charge and not take advantage of the prisoner Dorothy.”
“I would never do anything like that to Dorothy unless she wanted me to!”
The high jurist rolled her eyes and idly asked “When has Dorothy ever turned a good shagging?”
Tree puffed up his chest and said “Thanks, I think I’m pretty good, too…”
tree
Later in the day Dorothy was treated to a warm bath with fruit and wine and her hair would be styled.
Ulrika paid close attention to Dorothy’s ‘needs’. Dorothy thought that she should at least be bi-sexually if not a lesbian and enjoyed numerous orgasms.
Dorothy wondered why she was suddenly being treated so well. Little did she know Tree and Judge Admi were before the high court yet again.
Tree was demanding 24 hours with Dorothy before allowing her to be submitted to Judge Admi’s interrogation before her fair trial. Judge Admi argued there was no need for such consultations.
Tired, the high jurist said “Look, Judge Admi, it is no secret you skirted the law in ‘The Great Slave Rebellion’ to take Barbaria’s sister Kara into custody so I am inclined to grant Mr. Tree’s request. As for you Mr. Tree, I presume you will respect you charge and not take advantage of the prisoner Dorothy.”
“I would never do anything like that to Dorothy unless she wanted me to!”
The high jurist rolled her eyes and idly asked “When has Dorothy ever turned a good shagging?”
Tree puffed up his chest and said “Thanks, I think I’m pretty good, too…”
tree
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
I`m turning into a right shag bag ar`nt i , i should get rid of hubby and the kids and shag all the time. thinking about it, that`s what i`m doing now,
warm your feet before slipping into my bed Mr. Tree i can`t abide cold feet
warm your feet before slipping into my bed Mr. Tree i can`t abide cold feet
I will keep that in mind, Dorothy. But instead of warming my feet or wearing 'footies' I will let you warm them...
tree
...no Ulrika, I am sure she won't mind...
tree
...no Ulrika, I am sure she won't mind...
like is an understatement really...
t
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Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Now that is funny, but true
The editor wishes to thank RR for transporting Tree and Judge Admi to London and back in his modified U.S. Air Force surplus SR-71allowing the round trip flight time to be just over 3.5 hours and keeping the story moving…
Dorothy had been washed, prepped, and even somewhat sexually satisfied (if she ever completely?) when Ulrika asked “Jane, do you think you could put her hair up and put her earrings on? You brother is waiting for her.”
“I’ll get her there on time” Jane whispered as She and Dorothy locked in another kiss.
I have never felt like this. All my sexual life I only wanted a hard cock either in my pussy or my mouth. Now I would take or give a woman’s tongue and I have even begun to appreciate being buggered. I hope I don’t lose my interest in large dogs and cattle.
I am driven to a large city and taken to a tall building. I am ‘dressed’ in earrings, shackles, and tall shoes. The earrings aren’t cheap and while I am no expert on shackles these weren’t police issue and the shoes were ‘Jimmy Choo’s.
As the door was opened for me to step out I said to Ulrika “I don’t mean to complain but I would feel more comfortable with either a dress of handcuffs.”
“Live with what you are dealt, Dorothy. You look beautiful. Go through the lobby and take the express to the top floor.”
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Dorothy had been washed, prepped, and even somewhat sexually satisfied (if she ever completely?) when Ulrika asked “Jane, do you think you could put her hair up and put her earrings on? You brother is waiting for her.”
“I’ll get her there on time” Jane whispered as She and Dorothy locked in another kiss.
I have never felt like this. All my sexual life I only wanted a hard cock either in my pussy or my mouth. Now I would take or give a woman’s tongue and I have even begun to appreciate being buggered. I hope I don’t lose my interest in large dogs and cattle.
I am driven to a large city and taken to a tall building. I am ‘dressed’ in earrings, shackles, and tall shoes. The earrings aren’t cheap and while I am no expert on shackles these weren’t police issue and the shoes were ‘Jimmy Choo’s.
As the door was opened for me to step out I said to Ulrika “I don’t mean to complain but I would feel more comfortable with either a dress of handcuffs.”
“Live with what you are dealt, Dorothy. You look beautiful. Go through the lobby and take the express to the top floor.”
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I walk through the lobby walled in fine granite and floored in the same. Finely dressed men and women gawk at me and even if I had been dressed I would have felt out of place.
“Mrs. Dorothy Brown, your elevator awaits you.” A deep baritone voice called to me. I walked to the elderly Negro in the porter’s outfit. He offered me his white gloved hand and led me past the line of richly dressed couples waiting for the elevator.
As the doors shut I lowered my head and said “I’ve nothing to offer you: the jewelry is not even mine.”
“Dorothy it would be bad form to tip the establishment’s owner. Besides, you shamed all the women you walked past with your beauty.”
A two minute elevator ride lifted both me and my spirits. When the door opened he took me through the dining room. It was tiered so every table had a view of the riverfront and the Gateway Arch; all of ten tables. He brought me to the table with the best view and I wasn’t looking out the window yet! The gentleman escorting me said “Dorothy, your dinner date.”
I stammer “I’m sorry, I was expecting Mr. Tree.”
“Then I have filled you expectations, Dorothy Brown…”
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“Mrs. Dorothy Brown, your elevator awaits you.” A deep baritone voice called to me. I walked to the elderly Negro in the porter’s outfit. He offered me his white gloved hand and led me past the line of richly dressed couples waiting for the elevator.
As the doors shut I lowered my head and said “I’ve nothing to offer you: the jewelry is not even mine.”
“Dorothy it would be bad form to tip the establishment’s owner. Besides, you shamed all the women you walked past with your beauty.”
A two minute elevator ride lifted both me and my spirits. When the door opened he took me through the dining room. It was tiered so every table had a view of the riverfront and the Gateway Arch; all of ten tables. He brought me to the table with the best view and I wasn’t looking out the window yet! The gentleman escorting me said “Dorothy, your dinner date.”
I stammer “I’m sorry, I was expecting Mr. Tree.”
“Then I have filled you expectations, Dorothy Brown…”
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I was confused. I was expecting a smelly drunk cowboy with horse shit halfway up his boots and his hair sweaty hair matted to his head if I were so lucky that he would even remove his straw hat. He looked at me and said “Really, it is me. I took a quick shower.”
That was like saying I turn into a goddess when I douche. He stood and slid my chair back and softly asked “Would you join me for dinner, Dorothy Brown?”
As I sat the embarrassment of being a naked shackled prisoner faded into the idea of a sacrificial goddess. It’s the same end but a better lead-up.
“If you just wanted to fuck me you know you didn’t have to bring me here” I told Mr. Tree.
“If you are not hungry we can leave now” Mr. Tree replied.
I was famished. I asked for a menu and looked the ten books away and 40 stories below where the Cardinals were playing a ballgame in the post season. I never understood this ‘baseball’ game. Mr. Tree explained this restaurant didn’t have a menu; if I ordered it I could have it. I asked for some fish and chips but Mr. Tree suggested something else. I didn’t care. The wine had been flowing freely and I think Mr. Tree who has been slamming ‘neat’ martinis isn’t as drunk as I was.
He said he had to talk to me about something important and I was a bit surprised it didn’t involve sex. It seemed my ‘150 in a 70’ along with my ‘failure to appear’ (never mind I was chained to lamppost on Judge Admi’s order) made me a repeat offender, but the hooligan’s mother’s complaint drew a charge of prostitution, plus the ill-advised post I did about doing 70 MPH in a 40 MPH zone, I could be facing the death penalty. I squeezed my thighs together hoping no one would hear my pissing the chair…
“Look, Dorothy, if you confess they can’t give you the gallows. All you would have to do is ‘10 to 30’.”
“Tree, I know it’s getting cold but I’ll take my chances tied to a pole sucking cock for even 30 days before I would be hanged.”
“You don’t understand. ’10 to 20’ is years in a women’s prison."
She looked out the window and said “I know what goes on in those prisons; Jimmy always orders them on pay per view. If I take the noose will you do it, Mr. Tree?”
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That was like saying I turn into a goddess when I douche. He stood and slid my chair back and softly asked “Would you join me for dinner, Dorothy Brown?”
As I sat the embarrassment of being a naked shackled prisoner faded into the idea of a sacrificial goddess. It’s the same end but a better lead-up.
“If you just wanted to fuck me you know you didn’t have to bring me here” I told Mr. Tree.
“If you are not hungry we can leave now” Mr. Tree replied.
I was famished. I asked for a menu and looked the ten books away and 40 stories below where the Cardinals were playing a ballgame in the post season. I never understood this ‘baseball’ game. Mr. Tree explained this restaurant didn’t have a menu; if I ordered it I could have it. I asked for some fish and chips but Mr. Tree suggested something else. I didn’t care. The wine had been flowing freely and I think Mr. Tree who has been slamming ‘neat’ martinis isn’t as drunk as I was.
He said he had to talk to me about something important and I was a bit surprised it didn’t involve sex. It seemed my ‘150 in a 70’ along with my ‘failure to appear’ (never mind I was chained to lamppost on Judge Admi’s order) made me a repeat offender, but the hooligan’s mother’s complaint drew a charge of prostitution, plus the ill-advised post I did about doing 70 MPH in a 40 MPH zone, I could be facing the death penalty. I squeezed my thighs together hoping no one would hear my pissing the chair…
“Look, Dorothy, if you confess they can’t give you the gallows. All you would have to do is ‘10 to 30’.”
“Tree, I know it’s getting cold but I’ll take my chances tied to a pole sucking cock for even 30 days before I would be hanged.”
“You don’t understand. ’10 to 20’ is years in a women’s prison."
She looked out the window and said “I know what goes on in those prisons; Jimmy always orders them on pay per view. If I take the noose will you do it, Mr. Tree?”
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