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more forceful and frenzied with his strokes. She felt his thing bulge inside her as he exploded, filling her snatch with burning pearls of cum. He pulled her up towards him as he jerked deeper into her, his whole body shaking with the force of his climax. As he squeezed her chest in his hands, Clara came again for the third time, before collapsing, exhausted, into his grip.
    ‘Oh God Damn,’ the Judge muttered, panting behind her, his softening cock still all the way up her pussy. He grunted. ‘Here let me take a look at you girl.’ He spun her around and studied her with his deep intense eyes. His face was shiny with sweat and he looked like the polished statue of some powerful Greek god.
    Clara looked back at him, completely helpless in his grip. What would happen now?
    ‘Damn, you are just as pretty as a picture,’ The Judge said, ‘even if you are all messed-up looking.’ He opened his mouth over hers and kissed her deeply. She could taste the testosterone on his breath.
    ‘Now,’ he said, ‘I believe I told you I was going to teach you a lesson. Sit down.’ He released his hold on her and walked back to his desk.
    ‘What?’ Clara asked, staring at him in complete confusion.
    ‘I said sit down, girl,’ he said, ‘we got some matters to discuss.’
    Clara did as she was told. The passions of their union had left her completely wiped out and she had no idea whatsoever about what was happening here.
    ‘Now listen,’ Moses asked her, eyeing her levelly from his chair, ‘why do you got to go and insult a man like Ace Cooper in front of a whole courtroom like that, huh?’
    At the mention of her nemesis’s name, Clara suddenly recalled her earlier fury. ‘Because the man is a monster,’ she said, ‘he’s destroyed hundreds of lives and managed to get rich off it at the same time.’
    ‘Well God damn it,’ the Judge barked angrily, ‘you think I don’t know that?’
    Clara stared at him, her mouth hanging open.
    ‘But it’s like I told you earlier,’ Moses continued, ‘Ace Cooper has an awful lot of friends and supporters round these parts. You go in there calling him names then you’re not doing much to win them over to your way of thinking. No matter what the evidence says.’
    Clara said nothing, she was too shocked by what she was hearing. So that’s why he’d asked her to his chamber. Because he believed in her mission.
    ‘Now you’ve got a real good case here girl,’ he said, ‘and I can tell that you’re smart enough to win it too, but you need to cool down on that temper of yours and think about what kind of message you’re sending. This is important here, this case is about more than some legal hokum, real lives are on the line and you’re the one who’s responsible to make that happen, you hear me?’
    ‘Yes your honor,’ Clara nodded, trying to stifle her smile.
    ‘Good well then go into my restroom there and clean yourself up. And then get the hell out of my chamber. If anybody were to find out what just happened between us we’d both be ruined – and Ace Cooper would be laughing all the way back to the bank to count his fortune.’
    ‘Duly noted,’ Clara said and stood up. She walked towards the small restroom connected to the Judge’s chamber.
    ‘And you look after that sweet little ass of yours too,’ the Judge called after her, ‘God damn, it would be a terrible shame to ever let that go to waste.’
    Clara shook her head and smiled in disbelief as she stepped into the toilet. Those Texas men – those God damn Texas men.
     
     
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    It was night time when Clara drove out into the desert. She knew she probably shouldn’t be going alone, but she hadn’t had the time to think of any other way to play it. She was supposed to be at the meet in less than ten minutes now.
    On the radio Dusty Springfield was singing a soul ballad with a voice as smooth as velvet. It was hot and the night was dark. The road was