" I let that hang. Anna went pale and looked mortified. She squeaked out, "When?" Yesterday." I was going to continue, but Anna had flushed bright red...and slammed her face into her crooked arms on the table. I could hear her mutter, "I'm going to kill her. She is so dead."I tried to salvage what I could. I'd expected a reaction, some embarrassment sure, but not quite this bad."Anna ... Anna ... it's ok. Look at me please." I pleaded. She shook her head, still planted between her arms. I gambled. "The cop led Tommy to the holding tank where Rebecca sat waiting."Tommy!" she cried, "I'm so glad to see you!"Tommy smiled, "I love you sis."Rebecca winked at him, but then looked thoughtful for a moment. "I wish you were in jail instead of me!" BITCH!" Tommy thought as he looked out at his former 10 year old body."Shit, we traded places - make another wish." This isn't what I wanted, but it seems I have to word my wishes more carefully now - wait there until I think of exactly what I want,". Suddenly it struck me that I should probably make a FB account as a private masseur and see how things go. I immediately created one and made the page up to date. You can check it up on FB with the name of Mumbai Masseur. So I got done with the whole page and was contacting friends of the women from my past affairs to see if I could hit some luck. But unfortunately nothing clicked for almost a week.One fine day in the month of August 2013, I received a direct message from a lady based in Bombay. After I was done licking my juices he moved back.He started clicking my photos. When I started to cover up he said he needs them to masturbate when I am not around. I considered he already has photos of my boobs. So I surrendered and started giving horny expression. I even removed my salwar and gave him all the poses like a cheap slut.I was ready to let him fuck me right then. But surprisingly he wore his salwar, took a few selfies with my nude body, and asked me to get dressed as it was.