Main bola: Naseem tum bahut pyari ho. Jab tum hamare kaam karti thi, to mera bada dil karta tha ki tumhare honth choosu. Tumse pyar karu. Tumhari khoo...surati ki kya tareef karu. Tum to naukrani lagti nahi ho, balki shehzaadi lagti ho.Naseem ko ye sun kar acha lagne laga.Wo boli: Aur?Maine jawab diya: Tumhari aankhen bahut pyari hai. Tumhare baal bahut lambe aur ghane hai. Tumhare mamne bahut pyare hai. Safed rang ke aam ki tarah hai. Aur nipples, ufff! Kya cheez hai wo ki koi bhi banda unko. I asked what was next and Mee replied that they wanted to swap with us and she wanted to see her Mother fucked with two cocks. I guess it was not just "pillow" talk as I thought. I asked Tom what he thought and he said that he had been in lust for Mee's Mom for years and had told Mee and that is where it started. When Mee met me it was the green light for him. Lin said that we could not come over now since Gan was knocked out from the evening. When Mee asked her Mother what that meant she said. After an hour hanging like a stuck pig in his private home sling, my bowels prolapsed requiring Shit Master shoving them back up the gaping messy asshole. Master told it that its bowels needed to take a rest. Shit Master’s goal was to manipulate my oral obsessions with male logturds as his very next priority for what became an extremely twisted examination. Shit Master blasted off the missile pad with a rush so intense; this shit fag went completely out-of-control gobbling shit not hesitating. I attach my thoughts, as the events of this first session unfolded:-She looks very tired and anxious as she is brought in. I am pleased to see how the stress of her interrogation has left its mark and I hope this will make her easier to work with and more agreeable. She is still naked, of course and at this stage, before she becomes used to it, her nakedness will spark feelings of embarrassment and vulnerability, making her yet more malleable and wearing down her psychological defences more.