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Zahira squirmed, putting her huge, big, soft breasts forward and peered towards the door. Mahmed was about to enter - one of the leaders of the criminal group who was being hunted by the American government. And Zahira knew this not only because she was his favorite prostitute, but also for another reason.

A few weeks ago, Zahira was in the USA and did not have such a gorgeous sexy body and these big tits. Her name was Frank Rogers and she served in the secret department of the CIA. Everything changed after Zahira made that same wish using a magic wish coin. "If this is a magic coin, then I would wish to fuck all these fucking terrorists and especially their leaders!"

And Frank’s wish came true almost immediately. Literally in a matter of seconds, Frank tripped due to too much alcohol and almost managed to avoid falling. He was on all fours at the moment when a bright flash of light illuminated everything around him.

Zahira was shocked that her mouth at that moment was completely filled with a large excited penis and she did not even immediately notice the new heavy weight in the chest area. Although it was hard not to notice.

At that moment, Zahira did not even think that her life had now changed forever. But soon, when she was able to survive her first sexual contact with one of the terrorist leaders, she learned that she was in fact now Zahira Karima - an Iraqi elite prostitute serving the elite and all the leaders of the local authorities. And it was obvious, looking at her reflection, why she attracted such important clients.

She tried to get into the American embassy and even contact someone from the United States, but it turned out to be much more difficult. Firstly, she no longer spoke English, and secondly, here, in this region of the country, there was no American embassy, and her calls were limited, and even when she simply tried to find out the phone number of one of Frank’s friends in the USA, it was already raised many questions and put her at risk.

She quickly had to learn a lot in that short time, including how to put on a headscarf and wear Arabic women's clothing. Accept the fact that no one should have seen her face on the street and that she was now practically in sexual slavery and had to satisfy the sexual needs of those whom she had recently hated, and now she was among them just like them.