"? A coldchill ran through me.? "Youcan go one of two ways. I can have you sent to work in a brothel in some thirdworld country.? You'll probablyend u... hooked ondrugs and will definitely find the work taxing."? Shepaused for me to think about that.?"Or I can have youtrained as a sex slave and placed with a good owner. Your training will bind you more thoroughly thandrugs, but you'll have a cleaner, nicer environment,and the work will be more . . ." she paused to think ofthe right word and then. Mujhe laga yeh sala kamka nehiee ise lift dena koyiee kaam nehi hoga ,phir bhi ab koyie nehi milega isee lift de dete hain .Bike chalne laga mera driving jara rough and tough hai main speed lagayiee,use jhatka laga kiun ke gadi main piche kuch tha hee nehi pakdnee ke liye,support ke liye.Wo girne girne wala thaw o sambhal gaya .Hum age badhe aise hee kayiee mouka aya jabspeed breakers thaw o uchal kar girne wala tha . Maine bola theek se baith le barna expressway main gira pada milega .Wo bhi. What’s going on here?” I said, shaking my head to clear the last of the cobwebs.“I thought it would be obvious by now,” Doc said. “Master PC can do just about anything. We got some of her DNA from a hairbrush that her family kept. And created a new template.”“So you’re not her? Just inhabiting her body?” I said, looking at her closely for the first time. “At least I’m not crazy.”I paced around the room, wishing it had a front door so I could slam it behind me. Instead, I decided to get to the. I slightly concern your lips with the... I concern still... You do not hasten to answer... My mouth is slightly opened also a uvula shy the mouth gets into yours... Now you cannot restrain... This passionate kiss clears up desire...You are rolled on a back... You are raised... A show shaking...I continue to blow off sand from your body and to caress it... I kiss your breast... I clasp lips of dummies, slightly biting it... My breast concerns your stomach... My dummies stick into your body....