3 din k baad mein mera mom ko bola mom q na hum es didi ko bolale toh mom boli a toh acha baat tik mein abi mausi ko ph kar ke bolti hoon or mera wasa... kari or vud newz a ta ki mausi maan li or ushe kal bhejna ko boli.Kal subhe mein jaldi so k utha gaya or fresh o k didi ka wait kar raha ta to 9 baje didi ka bhai bike pe la k mera ghar pe chod diya or nasta kar k chala gaya tabi mera didi mera room mein or mujhe ti8 hug kar k mujhe lip kiss karne lagi uske baad mera mon ne ushe bulahi or boli. Between parish school, mandatory confession, and her family’s deeply held and highly visible Catholic traditions, she’d been steeped in faith and provided with a rigidly defined moral code. As a woman of science, she’d fallen away from the church as she reached adulthood, but part of her was forever counting and cataloguing her sins, eager to make good on them. Usually, it stayed in the background, but right now, she felt bathed in sin and shame. But whether her guilt was over her questionable. Mira dismounted, lifted me gently and kissed my wet face. She licked me. She said, ‘You will need a clean dress.’ Her eyes laughed at me. ‘You have been a delightful whore. We will go back to the ship now.’ Someone, I don’t know who, brought me a clean dress and Mira put back the skirt of her dress which was brought by the same girl along with her shawl. She wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and we left the club, down the steps and into the Mercedes which was waiting for us. On the drive. The first sign most saw was when police and auditors entered the office area, going first to Mr. Trent's office and then to all others. No reason was given and everyone around seemed worried and confused. I took the opportunity to watch the reaction of those around me. Two seemed extremely worried, even scared. I asked Karen who they were and then as surreptitiously as possible rang Natasha with the details. No doubt that she then passed this information on as within a few minutes both were.