I realized that most ladies or groups liked one of the Khan superstars of Bollywood. Their fantasy was to be with one of them. This made me think that...in spite of having so many young and handsome heroes why do ladies fantasize about them?The answer lies in their name. They are all Muslim! Now many of you might have stereotypes about Muslims, some might even hate them. But deep inside we crave for the person we might never get. And that’s the reason most of the ladies fantasize about being with. I pulled off the pin on her right nipple and bit down hard. This brought her orgasm hard and strong as her body gyrated from the release.I pulled the other two pins off and walked to my table to trade out for my electro-shock therapy gun.“Please no, not the shocking thingy.”“OH yeah, you’re gonna get this tonight. 2 hours late, I can do whatever I want with you.”I came back over to her and placed the gun close to her left nipple. I pulled the trigger and a beam of electricity hit her right in. After a while, I stood up and asked, “It’s very hot here, do you want something to drink?” He was confused and replied, “Get me anything!”I said, “Come to living room and I will show you what we have.” He followed me and saw a bottle of cold beer, some snacks, cigarettes, and a bed, all arranged properly. He asked who drinks in your home. I replied, “No one, this is for special guests.” He was so ecstatic.He sat on the chair, poured beer in his glass, lit a cigarette and signaled me to come. " She giggled again.Steven was aware of the call and knew immediately who it was. He winced but kicked himself for doing so too.Edward turned out to be rather good at skittles. Becca was terrible. She took careful aim but the ball went everywhere but that way. Her best score of the evening was a six and that was the result of a ricochet off the wall of the alley which hit two skittles which brought down the other four. That mattered not jot to Becca who spent most of the time in helpless.