I’ll be wait-” Laughing, I did my best to smother him with a pillow before nipping into the loo to fix my face, and wash up a bit. Pausing in fro...nt of the mirror, I regarded my reflection. Despite everything, everything being the still open wounds around the events of Gran’s death as well as vivid dreams of last night, I was wearing a smile, courtesy of Mr. Bibb. oOo Breakfast was a cheery affair. The day promised to be lovely, the sun chasing off the clouds by the time we piled into our. Did you know this was coming?” I was proud, but I had instant concerns about how this would impact having children.“No. It was a total shock. I thanked my boss and told him that I was flattered, but I had some concerns.”“What concerns, Baby?”“I told him I had to be honest, and that you and I were talking about children and I didn’t want anything to interfere with that.”I breathed a huge internal sigh of relief. My mind was rushing to conclusions of a childless life and a career wife—neither of. Mom: " plssss sohail, andar mat dalo tmara lund amir se bhi mota hai bht dar hoga aur meri toh phudi bilkul phat jaye gi, mere husbad ko pta lg jaye ga"sohail: " chup chap laiti reh randi, mai toh aj special teri phudi marne aya hoon aur tere husband ke bhi main gand mer don ga sali rand"aur phr sohail ne apna lund mom ki phudi mein utarne shuru kar diya, mom ki toh jaise ankhien hi bhar aa gai hoon aur unki chikh sun ke toh mai bhi dar gya tha ke shayid mar gyi ho bt she was alive bt sohail ke. Takira is known as top of her class at the Slave Camp Cooperation. This isn’t the only quality she has.? The man obviously hesitated. After a long pause he continued. ?This woman doesn’t require period recycling since she has been genetically modified. However, she does need to be milked everyday. The woman is able to drink it. So nothing is wasted. Takira, that’s the name of the slave girl. She has one problem; she’s horny.?The crowd was silent. Some men were nervous, others looked afraid.The.