"Here it is, a ladle that can lock a person in the shape they are in permanently!" So, how does that help the situation?" Piccolo asked suspiciously."...uh, Piccolo," she said, rolling her eyes. Piccolo sighed in exasperation."It means that if you are a Namek at the time, you'll stay that way. I think this thing tells how to find it, and we can go get it."~*~Dende was looking through his scrying pool to find the ladle. Not a problem, he thought to himself when he found it right away.It was in a. By doing the baring at this stage made no difference as I had submitted to him by then. His hand slaps although firmly delivered were softer than the paddle, however with the smacks I had got from that formidable plastic paddle, even his hand didn’t feel soft to me. By this time, I had forgotten about the club members watching me. I was in full motion, twisting and squirming while writhing on her lap. With tears rolling down my face I started to cry. Bob must have heard me crying because he. The joint made the rounds until we all had a buzz, then Connie put it in the ashtray on her nightstand. After disposing of the joint she moved back to the center and patted the bed on the side that was normally hers for me to lay there. That put her between me and Cindy. She was on her back and I was on my side facing her. Cindy was sitting there staring into space. Maybe the joint hit her harder than it did us. I put my hand on Connie’s belly and began firm circular motions.“When was the. Miranda nodded, her eyes pleading. "Just a moment," said Heather with another devilish grin. "Here, take a look at this menu with me." Miranda whimpered. She was so close . Heather unfolded the conveniently oversized menu and held it up with one hand, blocking the view of anyone who happened to be looking in their general direction. Then she leaned in again, stopping just millimeters from Miranda's face, her hot breath tickling Miranda's lips. "Now, darling. You may cum now," she whispered,.