She could balance herself these days on her feet as she was almost healed.Mom: Chalo beta, in 5 minutes as I need to tie my hair.She came rolling her ...wheelchair soon. Her hair was tied in a knot. Her voluminous hair had now been tightened into a small knot.I had to help her into the car, and my hand slipped up her skirt and touched her inner thigh.Mom: Oh, beta. Your palms are cold.Me: Sorry ma, my hands slipped.My mom just smiled, and it was quiet during the drive to the doctor’s place. We. We kept them all nakedof course, the better to begin accepting their new bodies. I watchedthem carefully to see their reactions to their new bodies. I was amusedat their tears of frustration as they got used to the movement of theirbreasts and the width of their hips and their changed strength.Now that they had been changed, they would be treated as any otherfemale slaves, all their body hair removed, branded with Walid's name,and put through the same training regime as those who had been. Then, I found out something that I didn't know about her. Parveen is a squirter. I was shocked because I had never been with a girl who could squirt. It was a major turn on for me and I went insane. I grabbed her and went hard. She had huge windows that overlooked one of the busiest streets in the city. I lead her to it and bent her over. She put her palms on the window and angled her butt slightly up. I slid in and continued banging her. It was such a turn on banging Parveen while overlooking. "The receptionist says it's some lady named J.K. Rowling."Vivian Jones laughed."Tell her I'm busy with Jane Austen right now, but I might be able to squeeze her in before I see Margaret Atwood."She hung up the phone. The receptionist buzzed her directly."Your secretary says you think it's a joke. It's not. This lady says she's J.K. Rowling and she wants to see you." Fine. Put her in the boardroom. I'll be right there."Jones was very busy, and didn't have time to waste. She wanted to get this.