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In the quiet of his chambers, the judge unbuttons his crisp shirt, revealing a tanned, muscular chest. His hand slides down, unbuckling his belt and letting his trousers drop. He's commando, his stiff cock springing free. He strokes it slowly, his eyes closed, imagining the many ways he could punish those naughty, willing defendants.