It was not splayed open displaying the top of her torso, but hung loosely at her shoulders hiding everything my young mind craved to see. Gravity and...nature parted the top at the most glorious point. The small valley between her breasts was almost as white as the pictures of snow I had often seen. As she leaned back in the seat, her body was somewhat off center, almost as if she were leaning against the chubby, drooling guy soundly sleeping to her left. She offered me a wider smile as her. " Who, or what, would make such a program and why? Can you imagine Saddam Hussein, Pol Pot, or any number of people out there. It could make a nice person change into someone awful." I don't know. The better question right now is, 'Why was it sent to me, personally?'" Okay, why? It makes me wonder. Someone very powerful would have to be behind this. At least I think that would be the case." I haven't a clue. I would like, if you don't mind, to do some testing with it." You know, David, that. Mai jab andar gaya to dekha ki mom ki wo sadi jise unhone saam me pahana tha wo fars par gira hua tha. Mai ab samajh gaya tha ki kuchh ho raha tha. Mai jab mom ke room ke taraf gaya to dekha ki mom ke room ka gate andar se lock tha aur maine andar se mom ki kuchh ajib si awaj sunai de rahi thi. Jab maine room ke darwaje ke hole se dekha to mai to jaise bilkul hi ajib sa ho gaya. Maine dekha ki raj ne mom ko apne bajuo me kas rakha tha aur mom ko diwal me sata ke unko puri tarah se apne baho me. Sure, everything he did was actually a part of something that I wanted. He was in charge, rough but fair. He went the extra mile with the robes. He even cared for how I feel during sex. And even afterwards, he talked to me like a normal person.The problem is, it was a role he was playing. He wants me and he knows exactly the stuff that Samer didn't do and I wanted to experience. So he created this situation where my dream gets lived through in real life. However, the dynamics of the.