Kisi se kuch jyada matlab nhi rakhta tha apne me hi mast rhne wala ladka tha wo gali ki sari ladkiya uspe marti thi pta nhi kyo okay ek din muje aunty...se kuch kaam tha to main unke gahr gyi to maine dekha ke unke ghar me koi nhi hai sirf Deepak tha Wha par muje kuch masti sujhi or us se pucha k tum kisi se baat kyo nhi karte tumhe pata hai gali ki sari ladkiya tum pe marti hai muje ajeeb lga jab usne is baat ka b kuch jawaab nhi diya.pir kya tha main wha se chali aayi but ek din main apne. Me: Why, mom, why?Mom: No, son, it’s wrong. What we are doing is wrong.I kissed her near her ears and asked her.Me: Did you like it, mom?Mom: What?Me: Did you like what we did in your bedroom?Mom: No, I don’t like it.Me: You didn’t enjoy my dick in your pussy?I grabbed her boobs and squeezing it hard. Mom was breathing heavily.Me: Come on, mom, tell the truth, yes or no?Mom: Yes, I liked it, but we have to stop.I opened her blouse buttons one by one while speaking.Me: Why should we stop?Mom:. Please make me a slutty bimbo, too."As the drug took effect and ravaged Christine's mind, her face wentblank. Christine melted away. Replacing her was a stupid girl waiting tobe remade.Julie continued the transformation. She whispered in Christine's ear,"You want to be a dumb, slutty bimbo." Slutty bimbo," Christine repeated mindlessly."You love to dress like a slut. Tight clothes... too small..." I want to dress like a slut. I am a slut," Christine repeated."Yes, you are a slut. A stupid. The family my little buttercup belonged to had known ties to Al Qaeda in North Africa. It would be a welcome venture to strike at them in this way, just to get a little of our own back in a small way. They would, of course, be upset when she was discovered gone, but they would think twice about asking for the help of the U. S. consulate in such a situation. In fact, they would be more likely to assume some Arab enemy had struck at them in this manner.Her name was Aisha. She was so happy to get.