. One of whom was a Pakistanigirl named Faiza. Janet's only memory of that birthday- and probablyLindsay?s only memory as well- was of having to expla...n to the tearfulgirl why her grandparents refused to stay for her party.Janet's parents both passed away less than five years afterward, buttheir attitudes left a lasting impression on the transwoman. She knewshe'd never be able to shake the feeling of guilt every time she wore theclothes that corresponded to her proper gender, but that didn't. “Shove it up my ass!”She held her ass cheeks, her fingers near her asshole, trying to shove onto his prick.“You have to push too, you bastard!” she shouted. “Push, damn you!”Mike pushed.His cock penetrated his mother’s asshole.“Ohhhhh!” Lisa wailed, feeling his cock plunge deep and fast. “Oh, God! Oh, God you’re so fucking long and thick, baby! My asshole seems stretched ... awfully stretched, and so stuffed! Fuck my asshole, Mike!”His face contorted with delight. He began to fuck back and. ”“Your last word?”“My last word.”“Hmm.”“Good day,” he said. That wasn’t the Good day of confirmation. It was the Good Day of get the fuck out of my office.I shrugged, got to my feet and peacefully left.As the door to his office swung closed, I heard the manager mutter, “Fucking wetbacks.”“Come on, el Patrón. I have an idea.”“I do, too.” He chuckled. It wasn’t a pleasant chuckle.It sounded evil. Somebody is in deep doodoo. I have a feeling my idea is considerably more legal than his.“We’re being. I promised him never to reveal anything. He asked me to come to his village for a week; there he wants to show me something. I said ok and came with him; he never spoke a word about his secret till we reached his village. We went to kartik’s house. It was huge like a palace and was at least 100 years old. Kartik showed me a room and said not to leave this room, or it could be dangerous, for any of needs just ring the bell house maid will take care of it afternoon went quiet smoothly, I took a.