Not that she would understand much of what he was saying.Not anymore anyway.She was brought back by Cunt tapping her shoulder. "Hey you gotta, like, d...nce and stuff to keep them happy, girl."A new excitement flushed Fredi.She clapped her hands and squealed. The thought of finally using her dancing skills aroused every cell in her new body. She knew she was great at it. Of course. She always had been."Yesss!" she screamed. Then: "How?" You just pick out a song on that thingy over there,". It was very quiet in his shop, but most Saudis wouldn’t be able to find Belgium on a map of the Benelux.On the way back K-T asked me to get her cleaned, so I took IT, because it’s a THING, to the most lavish car wash in Riyadh. It’s sort of a cross between a Disney ride and a car wash. I forgot the name but it’s the one behind the German hospital on Olaya Road.I couldn’t get her detailed because she really doesn’t want a bunch of Pakis pushing her interior buttons, but I always keep my car tidy. While cleaning my room, I came across a small cavity, which was covered by a same colour cardboard piece. I was interested in seeing whats inside, and broke the cardboard piece with my hand. There was nothing in there, except a DIARY. I opened it, it said, ‘A personal property of Anjali Sharma’, with a pic of her(I suppose).I read it completely. After having good response to my earlier stories, decided to share this diary with you guys. So here we go, The first page dated back to19th Jan, 2008.. He guided her fingertips back and forth along the part of his cock that was exposed.He set the dildo down on the counter and Claire continued to rub his cock."Go ahead missy, wrap your fingers around. Pull back and watch the head come out.'His cock looked big and black in the small white hand of my wife. She pulled the skin back and his high crowned cock head came into view. It was shiny, purplish and I could see his cock get hard."You never felt nothin like that before did you missy. I see.