I like it, but I couldn't eat it every meal," John said. "Too many calories!" he added with a laugh."I prefer vanilla," Catherine offered."Me too," sa...d Sarah. "I like that French Vanilla." I don't really care for sweets that much," Helen said.I looked at Vickie. Everyone else had given their opinion."I'd eat whatever you told me to," she said."Thank you sweetheart," I thought looking into her eyes."But ... that's being ridiculous! What have you done to her?" Helen asked accusingly."Wait! Are. If he had to continue to take constant care of her like in the past, she was going to be in slave and do all and anything he asked, or demanded of her. She simply nodded, hoping to be done with this for today. John took the rope and tied it around her chest, under her C cup boobs, and looped it over a rafter in the garage, he lifted some of her weight off the sawhorse, but not much. He tied the rope that way and walked to her front. He put his soft warm hand on her pussy. He touched his fingers. Only when Sarah was ready would they shower while still bonded together. A long shower followed by patient use of nail polish remover. With any luck they might be unstuck by lunchtime. Amy’s muffled moaning filtered out from deep inside Sarah’s butt. She carefully tried to pull away but the glue had long since bonded their skin together. Her face and Sarah’s butt were now one. Amy knew that Sarah was already asleep from the small twitches that ran through Sarah’s body. Sarah gently broke wind,. "I say," said the Judge, "We really cannot have people drinking Alcohol in court." Why you want one?" I asked, "Or will you stick to the Gin in your water glass." Gin thank you!" he replied with the faintest of a smile, "If you could settle down Ladies and Gentlemen." Get on with it!" Big Norman the six foot seven, twenty stone bouncer from the 'Flying Horse,' shouted.I looked down from the witness box and grinned."Why are we waiting!" old Esmond the welsh git from Mafeking Street started.