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"I can't believe all this is happening to me ... how ... damn" (I thought to myself)

- Are you sure you want this?

I just nodded my head cursing myself, feeling my lips tremble with desire at the sight of this guy's excited male device, the nipples on my chest hardened, and butterflies appeared in my chest even when he just took off his pants, and I just sat in silence and watched this.

Slowly and internally resisting with all my might, I bowed my head and for the first time felt it with my mouth, realizing how wrong it was and it was not necessary to do it, but I was unable to resist these desires.

All this thanks to my ex-girlfriend, who turned out to be a witch in some generation. How could I know that ?! She said she was a witch, yes, but I thought it was just one of her stupid jokes. How could I know that she would find out about my affair with this Arab exchange student at my college !? But damn it, this Zafira was so hot, I saw it even under her hijab and guessed that she had a great body and even more so she was flirting with me herself. I couldn't help but take the chance to have sex with an Arab woman - it was one of my old unfulfilled fantasies, and then there was a party and I didn't even have to persuade her for a long time

"If you like Arab chicks so much, now you can sleep with one of these in your bed every day!"

I remember when it said this phrase, I apologized to her, but I succeeded internally and imagined that this was not the worst option - to wake up with a beautiful Arab woman in the same bed every day. Then she snapped her fingers and continued to speak, but from that moment I could not make out anything of her words, and when I began to speak, I suddenly noticed that not only my voice was different - I was different! I was wearing a long, tight dress under which I felt women's underwear and a new weight on my chest, and on my head was a Muslim headscarf or hijab, I don't know much about this. She snapped her fingers again, realizing that I did not understand anything and her speech again became familiar to me and I looked at her in surprise and shock.

"I say that I will send you to damn Iran where you will live among your beloved Arab women! This is my present for you, dear (he narrowed her eyes, trying to wink, but she always did it badly and this made her even more furious when saw an attempt to smile on my face to smooth over the situation and apologize, but she thought that I was mocking.) Oh, you are also smiling! (she did not hear my apologetic phrases and continued her tirade in anger). What was her name, Fatima ?! Yes, give a damn, it doesn't matter, you will be Fatima! Do not get bored in your bardel Fatima ... (she already wanted to snap her fingers, but stopped). Oh, exactly, how could I forget that !? Fucking blow lover! This is my last gift to you. "

She snapped her fingers and this is the last thing I saw before being here in Tehran, on the outskirts of the city in this brothel.