"What are you doing to me?"The figure in the mask laughed again. "Sending you to hell," he hissed. "You like the effect? A little botulinim toxin i... your vocal chords causes muscular paralysis. It tightens them up a bit. So you can say goodbye to your bass voice - forever!" The figure gave Achmed yet another of the cursed injections. "Eat hearty," he mocked, pushing a plate of fruits and vegetables to Achmed's bedside. "Tomorrow is a big day for you." What are you doing to me?" Achmed. When it happened, she looked at me doubtfully, and asked "Did you say something to him so he would partner me with you?" Never met him before in my life. If you look around, you'll see that the lab partners are people that were standing next to each other - just like we were."She did look around, and saw that I was right. She couldn't know, of course, that that was just what I'd 'guided' the TA to do.Satisfied that it was just the Universe working in Strange Ways - and not me being tricky -. She suddenly turned towards me and said that she wanted to change the cylinder which she doesn’t know and she wants my mother to do it for her. I said that I would change it for her. I switched off my TV, closed my door near and went downstairs she took me past her bedroom into her kitchen on her bed were some of her bra’s and panties and some of her saris. I then closed the gas cylinders knob and opened the gas pipe and inserted it into a new cylinder, meanwhile she was asking why I didn’t. He moaned, the feeling was supernatural, as he felt the combined juices, those he just deposited in her, along with those of another lover.He pushed into her half a dozen times and stopped, "Mom, you better tell me." Getting no response, he drove into her six more times and stopped. "Mom, time is wasting, you have to tell." A minute passed and his prick was as hard as ever, and he felt no urgency to relieve himself. Six more plunges into her quick and deep, and then, "Mom, are we going to do.