It was the first handgun she had fired as a young girl and the bruise on her thumb was a fond memory.The little popgun in her purse was deadly but onl...y up close and personal. It was more for her peace of mind than a serious threat. Of course, the Webley made a hell of a bang but if you were unfortunate enough to get hit with one of the lead messengers, you were definitely down for the count. It was rather like the American M1911 Colt .45 automatic that so popular in the Philippines in stopping. Within a month she had finished two inventions: First was an audio/video interface, which let you record music and/or images that you simply imagined in your head. The second was a communicator -- a device which clipped to one's belt and could transmit thoughts to another person also so equipped. The communicator didn't recieve agency approval right away; but the other devices were put into production. The first of them would be used for therapy, and it wasn't for another year or so that people. Par idhar main bilkul haeran aur pareshan tha. Ek aadmi apne mukaam hasil karne ke liye itna jhut bol sakta hai yeh mere samajh se pareh tha. Maine Rahul ko aisa kuch bhi nahi kahan tha.Mere bare mein kahan hua ek bhi shabd Rahul ka sach nahi tha. Itna bada liar maine apne zindagi mein kabhi nahi dekha. Udhar Manali poori tarah se stunned thi Rahul ke jhute aur betuki baate sunkar. Woh apne room mein jaa kar bistar pe baithi aur ek gahere soch mein doob gayi.Woh apne aap mein itni kho chuki thi. "My balls arecompletely full. i have been edging every day, for over a week, knowingI'd be using You as a cumslut tonight. And, aren't you dressed allpretty and slutty? Makes me almost forget you have a little clitty wherea Real Woman would have a pussy. But, you're not a Real Woman - nor aReal Man - are you cocksleeve?"my gaze drops deeper to the floor. "No, Sir. i am a sissy cocksleeve." Stand up. I want to look at You."i climb to my feet, using a nearby table for leverage. High heels do.