The Sardaukaur wordlessly attached shackles to her ankles, a short iron chain running between them. They then unlocked her manacles before reattaching...them in front, running another chain from the manacles to the shackles on her ankles. They nodded and took a step back.“Sultan, please, what I said, it was a misunderstanding, I am ready to marry you now.” the beautiful blond pleaded, the sultan’s eyes narrowed and he advanced.Kailya shook her head helplessly as the conqueror stormed up to her. .."No! no!" Mandy interrupted sternly. "You have to do itsissy style! Back up! Spread your knees a little wider sothe skirt is tight, make sure your knees are both on thefloor, with your ass sticking as high as it can go."Joan sissy backed up on his knees, feeling the tightness ofhis plug. Some liquid in his enema bag sloshed; his fearpee, he thought, wanting relief, but the plug has a one wayentrance and was hugely tight. He straightened his knees tothe floor. He felt his dangling molars touch. .. and don’t all blokes fancy the pants off their wife’s sister, anyway?By coincidence, Helen was staying with us for a couple of days, so that she and Julie could have some girly time together - shopping, latte, shopping, Prosecco, more shopping - you get the score.As my fantasy unfolded the ride home went all too quickly, and before long I was walking home from the station with a spring in my step.As I reached the house, Julie’s car wasn’t on the drive - tut tut, they’re still out shopping, I. "I tell you, Johnny, if the weatherman says we're going to have a sunny day one more time, and it keeps on rainin like it has been, I'm gonna go down there to the TV station and personally shove an umbrella up his ass." You do that," Dr. John McClendon said absently from the passenger seat. He was rummaging through his medical bag, trying to find something. Matthews didn't know what and cared less; he was still griping about the rain."I been a cop ten years," Matthews pontificated, "and the.