My mom came to me and asked me“Son. Do you want to take any servant with you back home for help?”Without any hesitation I said “MEERA”. Almost...loud enough for others to hearMy mom gave me a sly look.“MOM…She is young and easier to talk to. Uncle ji is old.”My mother gave me a convincing nod and called Meera.Meera sat at the back and I drove the car. After my family was out of sight I invited her to sit in the front with me. We drove silently for an hour. After an hour or so, she spoke“Bhaya.. What did he really have to lose. If some law enforcement agency would be able to make trouble they would have by now. His life had always had a strong online influence. Setting his will John gathered the equipment. It was rather expensive, relatively speaking. For john it was just a month worth to save but kids without well to do and inattentive parents couldn't it. He supposed that's good. There was no age limit or verification after all. For the very wealthy there were full body pods. He ignored my efforts and mumbled words of adoration and promised devotion into my petite body. When his lips had closed over the miniscule bud of my clitoris I had cried out in surprise. I had never felt anything quite as pleasurable as my uncle insistently nursing that little button. My hands that had been trying to thrust his mouth way from my most private area now clutched at his hair to hold his face against my quivering cunt. I remembered feeling an unfamiliar pressure against my pelvic. The pain from the oven must have been unbearable now, and we were only minutes away from Angelas final moments, her eyes were wide and she looked as though she had seen a ghost she was so scared.There was a click and I didnt think it was possible but Angelas eyes opened even wider as she started to choke, first she coughed a bit then she took a deep breath and groaned as she couldnt breath out. Her face started to go red and she managed a few small gasps. In a panic she turned to me ans was.