''This is it girl, get on your shortest dress and highest heels and blow his mind''.. I wandered upstairs and did as my mind told me, picking out the... shortest, tightest dress I had and my sky high stilettos. As I approached downstairs I could feel Uncle Andy's eyes burning through my skin, his eyes undressing me as I walked into the hallway.. ''All ready Avs?'' he asked with a nervous tone.. ''Yes Uncle, all ready''. I flashed him a cheeky wink as I walked down the hallway, my tight, huge ass. “So many questions. Do you always waste so much time thinking when you should be feeling?” “I am sorry, but this is all so overwhelming to me. I’m not even sure why I am here. I don’t even worship Shahira.” “Shahira teaches that you worship through living. We show our true faith through what we do in life, as you care for the least of us, so you pay homage to Shahira.” “I didn’t know worship worked that way.” “That's the only true worship! But now is not the time to contemplate. For you sit. Meanwhile he took a long elasticated rope pulled it tight and began to wrap it around the base of her right tit that was supporting the Bag. He looped it 20 or 30 times until her tit looked like a mushroom. Thin at the base and then fat and an angry red colour at the top with the nipple still extended supporting the bag. When her hood was removed she screamed at the state of her poor tit. And begged him to remove the rope. 'Not my turn' he saidShe approached the next guy and begged him to. “Do so promptly, counsel,” the judge says. “Overruled.”Everybody waits for a minute, me for an answer and the witness in uncertainty, so I ask it again. “Was Watkins always your name?”“I don’t understand,” he says. Oh, yes, you do, I think, and I push it.Me: “Wasn’t your last name originally Watkowski? Didn’t you have it legally changed?”Watkins (looking first to Yvonne for help, which isn’t forthcoming; she’s already taken her shot): “Yes, I did that some years ago.”Me: “Will you tell me how.