1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    to the right of the judge's bench as you faced it. The door we had come through led only to the corridor, and the back wall of the cell was just part of the courtroom wall. The front and other end of the cell were made of bars with plexiglass on the outside, and a wooden panel fence along the bottom. It looked like a jury box that had been enclosed with bars. There was also a bared ceiling. The plexiglass was to keep our noise out of the courtroom. Our little group had increased in number, so there were ten or twelve of us who sat in the box including two men. It turned out that we were all prostitution cases as part of some sort of special crackdown that The City was having. I guess Mayor Lindsey was making some political points. Prostitutes are always easy targets for that. They do not fight back against the police the way a mugger or armed felon might, so the arrest rate goes up with less hassle. It looks good from a political standpoint, but does little to cure the social problems that are the cause of prostitution in the first place. Fixing that might cost money, and that would not be good politically. We settled into our seats, and nervously, my eyes scanned the courtroom searching for a familiar face. I saw none, and now was as much scared that Peter would not show up, and I would have to face the judge alone, as I was that he would show up, and I would have to face him in my shame. I was about to give up looking when the courtroom door opened, and I saw his ...
    boyishly handsome face appear. He held the door for a minute, and a middle-aged, balding man followed him in. Peter was talking to him, so I assumed this was the lawyer he had promised to bring along. The real shock of that day, however, was the person with the lawyer. It was Edith! How and why had they brought her? The lawyer took Edith to a seat near the front while Peter went to the Bailiff's desk. I could see him say a few words to the Bailiff, take some papers from him, and return to where Edith and the lawyer sat. The two men immediately engaged in some conversation over the papers, but I saw Edith scanning our cell quite obviously looking for me. I was in the front row, so I leaned forward, and ventured a small wave. An angry look from one of the policemen in the cell to watch us intimidated me back into the seat, but a return wave from Edith told me that she had seen me. She tapped Peter on the shoulder, and pointed in my direction. He glanced up for a second, and then went back to talking with the lawyer. It was strange, but I felt a little calmer now. I had been scared, but just knowing they were all here with me made me feel better. I was even glad that Edith was there. She really was like having a mother. Her wave had born nothing but a genuine caring. There was no criticism in it. She smiled warmly at me. Even if I had lost Peter, I could console myself in the knowledge that someone cared. It was not the same sort of caring as I had hoped for with Peter, but it was ...