Juror Number Nine Short Story

Meanwhile, as Judge Sandoval got his cherry ass busted open by Min-jun, Bailiff Bob stood guard outside the Jury’s Deliberation Room.

This was freakin’ foolish.

Here I am babysitting these jurors, while the Judge interrogates that Defendant.

All of this in the name of law!

Bailiff Bob could hear the jurors and the arrogant box-tie wearing Foreman in a heated discussion behind the closed door. This was the only way in or out of the Deliberation Room. The door had a frosted glass panel on the upper section of door that proclaimed its purpose.

The Bailiff’s mind started wondering as he overheard the jurors…

Mrs Rutherford literally had a cock.

That sweet tight Korean ass got pounded and HARD.

Then, there’s Mr Rutherford fucking that Butler dude.

What a melodrama!

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“But how does that prove anything? If anything, he’s more likely to be the killer,” spoke the Foreman, who preferred being called Doctor. Nevertheless, the Foreman wasn’t a medical doctor, but merely a psychologist.

Juror Number Nine said, “Nonsense. He was simply trapped. Who’s he going to go to that so-called Butler? Or Mr Rutherford, himself? No, he wanted gay sex, but he’s no murder.”

Juror Number Nine was the first to realize that someone was with Bailiff Bob outside the door. The noises were quite distinguishable, and as if on cue.

Juror Number Nine continued speaking, “Who hasn’t been lost in a moment of lust?”

“Does my baby want this?" spoke Bailiff Bob as he moved Conor’s lips off his black stiffened cockshaft.

McKinley nodded yes.

Spontaneously Bailiff Bob lifted Conor from the floor and spun him around to face the Deliberation Room, and then Conor was shoved forward as the Bailiff's cockhead smacked Conor’s luscious