These were the girls that ran their lives in the worst possible ways. Thomas turned to Joey. “So how is Haley treating you?” he asked. His friend...rolled his eyes. “Little bitch stole my weed the other day to smoke with her friend. I wanted to kill her.” He looked at his friends. They all had similar stories with their little siblings. This was the chance to strike back. “What if I told you guys that we could make our sisters pay for what they have done to us?” Thomas asked them all. “How?”. "I'm a demoness," Morra said blithely.Atheer didn't react. "I'm sorry if the black makeup gave you the wrong impression, but I'm not into spur-of-the-moment Satanic roleplay shags with strangers." No, it's not a metaphor. I'm actually a demoness." Morra was undeterred by Atheer's stony-faced response.Atheer still did not believe her, but she figured that if this woman was this committed to the charade, then maybe she could at least get something entertaining out of it. "Okay then, prove. In those three months of escorting, I had developed a reputation as slim fair indoor crossdresser bottom. How that happened I will explain sometime later. I was blessed with smooth white skin. I am passionate about swimming and running. This all added to have a great body. I had grown my hair to shoulder length. I have features are sharp. One thing girly about me was my butt. It large and it uses to stick out. I have been spanked and pinched regularly by my clients. In public people recognized. Neelofar noticed me ogling at her mother and softly elbowed me in the chest. “She’s my mother, darling,” she said softly in my ear. I didn’t say anything. But there was no need my face could say it all by itself.“Happy Birthday, aunty” Vatsal wished her. Reshma replied “Whom are you wishing boy. It’s my birthday, not my mother’s.” Vatsal was confused. I could see that sly look on Reshma’s face. I gave my hand for a handshake and when she took it, I wished her “Happy birthday Reshma.”Again, with.