Vicky and I went into the building and got in line for the security check.I handed the agent my passport, my Ambassador’s ID and the subpoena for to...ay. “Can you give me directions to get to that chamber?”“Yes Ma-am, go down the hall, make the first right, then go to the second hall, turn to the right and the meeting room is the first door on the right.” He had been tracing the path in red on a building map.“Welcome back Ambassador; there were a few minutes there that we were all worried,” he. Other than these boys, but no one else. She could still escape this situation and maybe hide it from everybody but she thought for a spare moment before immediately forgetting it with much effort, that she could never forget it&hellip, shed be stuck with the sensation of having her clit flicked and her body groped by uncontrollable, lusty boys. You arent a slut, BB, youre a rolemodel. Everyone loves you and yet&hellip,No one is going to help you. No one is going to help you&hellip, I spoke,. As I walked, I noticed a small handmirror. I picked it up and held it up. It only took a second; I'm her,the girl from the locket. The change from black and white to livingcolor did nothing to disguise that pretty face.I turned to the locket. "It must hold an answer," I thought. I rubbedit against myself and dropped it. Nothing. I held it aloft and said,"Change me back." Nothing."Think Ryan!" Trying to ignore the alien voice, I realized I had nottried to inspect the locket since the. They too were of Indian (Gujarati) background though born and raised in the England and were in their early thirties like us.It was a warm summer Tuesday in June when I received a message from Avisha saying she had some baby clothes she wanted to give to me. I was delighted; Avisha was always like that, generous and happy to help in anyway. She said she couldn't give it to me personally but said Vik could drop off to me after work. Vik didn't work too far away from where we lived so he could.