It elevated our mood a lot. My aunt went straight into the kitchen and unpacked whatever she had bought for me to eat. She asked me to take bath and c...me for dinner. Thank God, she had not brought her son along with her. Her son would annoy me a lot. I went and had a shower. When I came back to the dining table, my aunt was in a nightie. She always preferred to be in nightie when she was indoors. But she still had the jasmine on her head. She had cooked and bought chicken and chapati. She. " At that Sammy looked like she was about to burst into tears even more. "I can't." she cried. "When I made the spell I was in a hurry and I didn't think that I'd want to turn him back. I didn't put any loophole." Sammy looked up, her guilt filled eyes pleading with me for forgiveness. "It's permanent. There's no turning back." My mouth dropped open and I stared at Sammy with renewed horror as he words sank in. "No turning back..." The words sent a chill through my very soul and for a. Her upper body was naked and covered with cold sweat.Then three men came around the corner. Two of them carried the staffs of slave handlers, but one man, more richly clothed than those bruisers, held a glowing branding iron in his hand. They came to a full stop when they saw the soldiers. Macro could smell burnt flesh in the fresh morning air. In a flash, the situation became clear. The girl was a slave to be sold today, and the trader wanted to brand her to save the money for the tattoo. Cold. Wo boli bad main bohat maz bih aya wo man gay oor sofay ki gadiyan jama karnay lagi main pocha k yah kia us na kha main is par lat jati ho is tarha mari gand upper ajay ji tumhara dil jis arhay karnay ko karay kr magar main n us k o hgori banaya or lund us ki gand main dalnay laga maar us ki gand bohat tight thi main ash room may gaya tou wo boli kia kar rahay hoo main nay us kokaha aa hon or lund par kafi sara sara oil lagaya or kuch hath per lgaya kar bahir agaya ab main na us ki gand partial.