Mohammed was taken aback and didn't know what to say but Mei-Ling waltzed into the apartment and began to speak. "Mr. Akbar, let me get right down to ...he facts. You want a new life. I am here to give it to you. The only condition we have is that you must willingly accept the program. Please sign at the bottom of this contract."Mohammed was expecting a lengthy contract but the single sheet of paper only had the following written on it: "I, Mohammed Akbar, accept that I will go through a change. I nearly gasped when I realized they were now wearing nothing but panties and long T-shirts.The second movie was a steamier drama, not "PG-13" as I'd thought, but strictly rated "R." I made no move to dismiss the girls or change the channel, however, even after repeated nudity and blatant (although not explicit) sex scenes. I enjoyed watching Bunny laying on the carpeted floor before me, her chin on her hands facing the TV while her T-shirt rode up her legs every time she squirmed. It seemed. I remember the time we were studying Hamlet in his class,I get wet just thinking back to that time.I always wore the shortest skirt i could find when i had his class and the tightest top.My desk was in the front row and I would strategicaly open my legs slightly hoping he could see up my skirt and maybe,just maybe,he would spy the damp patch on my frilly knickers that I as sure would turn him on.If he did notice though he didn't let on.We would take it in turns to stand up and read some of the. I looked like a whore, like I should be walking the streets fucking all comers. Yes, my whore, take a good look. Dont you look a pretty little whore? Finally everyone can see you for what you are. Ian took his phone and took a few pictures of me, and tears sprang to my eyes at the thought of him having a record of this, of me looking like this, acting like this, witnessing my degradation. Oh no Kim, dont smudge your face, thats my fourth favourite bit of you. Want to guess what the top three.