‘They’re already on their way,’ I lied. ‘Don’t worry.’ ———————– When the elevator doors opened, I cautiously stepped into ...he corridor. I had my gun in hand, held behind me so as not to frighten anyone. But there was no one lingering in the posh halls, only closed doors and silence. Instinctively, I made for the stairs. And lo and behold, two flights down a man in a bright yellow shirt was rushing away. My footfalls echoed in the stairwell as I ran after him, dropping my bag somewhere around. They tried several times, yet none of them felt anything but the burning, agonizing desire for release. Women could barely get wet and men could not get hard. Masturbation was the closest they could come to feeling anything, but it was always more of an echo, a memory of what the pleasure used to feel like, and left them craving for even more.Some of them argued that they should find a way to go back to their original selves, while others tried to convince them it was a worthy trade. It was a. ” She does so without hesitating. She has heard plenty of stories about me, always protecting my girls. Here I am exposing her, putting her marriage and social life in jeopardy. Oh well, as I said before, she isn’t one of my girls. She is a cheating whore that slut shames teens.As I expected, having Faith mow the lawn made Fiona think it was safe to go back to her painting.Once Faith had finished putting everything away, I send the filthy slut in for a shower but only give her five minutes.. Bas akele woh. Bade gathile badan the unke. Karib 5’11” height aur saheliyan kehti rehti ki unke aujar bade honge……..Mein in baton se talne wali nai thi…mujhe pass honi thi kisi bhi tarah se..Maine darwaja pe aake bell awaz lagayi… Andar se ek bhari awaaz aya. Kaun hai bhenchod jo mera mood kharab karne ayi hai?”Itne mein usne darwaja khola. Mein bhigi billi ki tarah khadi thi. Sir ne mere taraf dekha aur havas bhari nazron se kaha andar aao..Unke haat mein ek gilas tha sharab ke aur woh bas ek.