.?I looked them …mom whispered in my ears:tell the truth son…!I slowly opened my mouthme:she….she…is my mom nafisa and she is a prostitute who...ehunk2:wow….son of a bitch…hahahunk 3:can we have her?can we fuck you Muslim slut..?mom in a seductive tone…mom:sure dear…fix the rate with my sonthey all laughed…we agreed for rs 30,000…the told us to follow them …they went to the third level of the parking lot where no vehicle was there…then mom got out of the bike…hunk 1:wait we don’t want normal. 9 din bad shadi thi. Aur bichme ek din kuch kamse.Vah hamare ghar aayi thi, aur unhe jana tha to meri maa ne mujhse kaha ki unhe chod aa. To maine bhi ha kardi. To main bike le ke unhe chodne chala gaya. Unka ghar Lagbhag 12 se 15 km lamba tha. Mujhe unko bus me bithana tha. Vah mere sath bike pe baith gayi. Raste me maine unse bola us din ke liye sorry. Vah boli galti meri aur sorry tum kyu bolo. Mujhe room me aane se pehle puchana tha. Lekin chod do ab us bat ko. Maine janbujkar bike ka break. I knew I had a partner. I got up and went into the hallway. The young k** was going into the dark room. He looked around 125 lbs, 5' 7", had a slight six-pack. I was throbbing as I made my way to the room. I parted the curtain and entered. The room was totally black and I could not see a thing. It would take a few minutes for my eyes to adjust.I could smell the sex. A couple was on the bed, fucking. I could hear the squeeking of the bed, the groaning of the guy getting impaled and the grunts of. TJ understood my concern. While Fred was trying to calm the three crooked agents down and get them ready to go, TJ consented that Brock should follow him into his office. He flashed me saying I should keep looking through his eyes but stay just outside the door in case I was needed.We both needed to see exactly what Brock had in mind and what he might try to do.I wished Mary and Sarah had been here with me but they’d done what I asked and went to visit Sarah’s boss over at the Tribune.