I hope my dream that and I dreamt would have been yours as well some day or the other. Let me say about myself who might have missed my earlier storie... that have been published here and I am Sahar 24 year’s old bachelor residing alone in Bangalore, working for a MNC.I speak all south Indian Languages with our National Language and International language that I am using to write this story. I am here to narrate the dream that I have for a long time and I hope you will wish me to make this dream. " I hope my meat will taste good. After all, I do not know why I am so excited about my slaughter. Just the thought of being slaughtered like an animal excites me up." The girl in front of her turned backward against Tina."I'm not crazy about my slaughter. I am really scared and terrified." But we are indeed beautifully slaughter animals. Look at yourself, naked and ready to deliver meat to customers in the supermarkets. I've always knew that girl meat tasted good. Many times have I imagined. "Oh! Sorry, I thought you went upstairs", I said, genuinely a little surprised and embarrassed. Janice, thinking I was going to stay in the kitchen, had taken some cooler clothes straight out of the laundry, downstairs, and begun to change in the lounge. When I came in, she was standing with her back to me, in matching bra and panties, apparently undecided between two summer dresses laid out in front of her. Janice turned, to half face me, and I could see her gentle C-Cup boobs, held. .. so what is going on?" "Well Tinkerbelle here decided to freelance as a Muse." Simon tells her."Tink, you know how the Muses get, God if you are lucky they will just bring in their father, he enforces all their contracts." I can cope with Zeus," Tinkerbelle says defiantly, "he is a man, he thinks with his dick. Flash him a bit of cleavage and he is a sweetie." What are you going to do if they decide to sort you out themselves, there are worse things than not working. You could spend the next.