My name is Nabeela Ahmed and I’m a young woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I recently graduated from Carleton Universit... with a bachelor’s degree in Criminology. I want to become a police officer eventually, but given my religion, gender and ethnicity it’s not going to be easy. In preparation for that, I work for the Ontario Ministry of Criminal Justice as a prison guard. Some of my co-workers prefer to be called corrections officers, but I like the name prison. Soon there was a line of cars pulling into the park, I was just able to get back to my car as they pulled up and caught a closer look at the slut who was exposing herself drive away. I spent the afternoon at home with some toys dreaming of what I could have experienced that day.All my out door experiences had a rush of excitement. One particular one was almost frightening. I had dressed to the max again one very late evening, 3 or 4 am I believe, I went thru a drive thru for a burger and fries. Me-aapko to thand mein b garmi lag rahi hai lagta haiPoonam-nhi bas yu hi jaldi jaldi mein aagai kahi tum aag bujha k sone na chale jaoMe-ok,waise aap kafi achhi lag rahi thi suit meinPoonam- ha wo mujhe tumari aankhon se pata lag gaya thaMe-(kuch Sharma gaya) wah aap to meri aankhein padh leti hainPoonam-ha aur b bahut kuchTabtak aag bujh gai mera lund khada hoga tha uske jaanghey dekh k aur uski double meaning baton se,maine kaha chaliye aap b so jaiye main b sone jata hu.Poonam-mujhe pata. Enjoy this little preview.The Cureby Hazel MThe Duchess: Part 1It was a crisp, clear winter night. There was a slight chill in the air.The manor grounds were covered in light mist. Normally, the grounds wouldbe quiet this time of night, the lone resident of the old house gettingready for bed. But this was not a normal night. Tonight, the Duchess washosting her annual ball. This night was the most anticipated event of theseason. Tonight, the usually quiet driveway leading up to the house.