So, was it really you?!Mona: It was me, Ayan! I was the one talking to you on Facebook. I am Diana Mariam!Ayan: I really cannot accept you actually di... that.Mona: I have been addicted to you for so long. I had to do something, Ayan!Ayan: Still… How did you get the courage to?!Mona: It was a matter of survival, Ayan! I wanted to be with you so badly! It is as simple as that.Ayan: You could have told me, Mom. I had no idea it was you. I am not upset, but I feel so bad and guilty!Mona: I couldn’t. “Now Diane, are you ready to become a true slut, to make your husband a true cuckold?” Diane nodded her head yes, with no hesitation. “I want to hear you Diane, I want to hear you say it to me, to say it to your husband.”“Yes Sir, I’m certain. I want to become a true slut. I want to make my husband a cuckold.” The tone in Diane’s voice was soft but confident, no hesitation, tinged with lust and desire.“And who’s slut will you be Diane?” Sir said, his lips by her ear, but loud enough for me to. She wasn’t ready to see him yet, but it was barely past one o’clock. What else could she bother herself with?She sat up and glanced over her reflection in her rearview mirror. Her mascara had smudged under her eyes, which were still red from crying on-and-off during her prayer, and she could see a few silver hairs poking through the chocolate-brown roots of her bleached-blonde curls. She leaned back in the driver’s seat, gathering her thoughts for a moment. She couldn’t help but picture the. Mein bhi holi ka prasad bana rahi thi aur bhagvan ko chadhava chdha kar aai tab kuch der bad mera devar ghar mein aagaya meinne use bethane ko kaha aur meinra fast tha isliye meinne sirf doodh piya. Mein jab devar ka khana lekar gai to devar ke badan se ajibsi gandh aa rahi thi. Mein aage sunghane ko gai to devar hil raha tha usne daroo pi rakhi thi aur vo apne ko control nahi kar pa raha tha aur uska poora badan color or pani se bhiga tha.Maine devar ko towel dekar bola jao aaur nahalo. Main.