Of course I still hadn’t told Sandra of my progress or of the number of people who now wanted to know how she would go on their first ‘meet’.Aft...r a fortnight I told Sandra about Hasim. I’d heard from him several times too though I was pleased he was willing to give me time to decide. It showed that he appreciated how difficult this could be. Another photo he sent was evidence that he had a good figure. Muscular which I knew Sandra was certainly attracted too with dusky, Arabic looks. He was of. But as his parents were around, they couldn’t do anything. They both were very excited about the expected chance of being alone at home and finish the unfinished business of the previous night.In the mean time, Praveena went to Kitchen for making tea for their dad. Praveena was standing at the kitchen counter, while he entered in the kitchen to get water from the refrigerator. Praveena was wearing cotton Salwar and shirt with white shameez underneath. She was not wearing any bra and her. .. or fuck them all and let them breed me?” Ginger asked Joey with a strong hint in her voice of her own preference for the latter.“God, yes, let them breed you! We’ll work out a new plan later ... clever bastard! I’d have done the same thing, I think, in Harlan’s shoes. By the way, don’t ask me to explain yet, but you’ll find out how and why ... I’m gonna be the next Mayor of San Francisco soon, honey. How’s that for fun?” Joey sprung a surprise of his own on his delectable strumpet of a. "It's not fair we are lumped together with that murdering bitch Sisanna." A tear trailed down her cheek. "I only just failed the mating ritual." She sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "My parents had already selected my partner, they showed me a photograph, he looked so nice. All I did was wobble a bit during one of the tests and they told me I was not suitable, flawed, not good enough to produce a child and be a good wife." She took a shuddering breath. "And now this!"Petara.