'I never wanted to be President of Pakistan.'
'But if it means you could fuck more white chicks, that was your incentive, right.'
Daisy sounded like a natural broadcaster.
'I have no religion,' confessed Imran, 'I only played cricket so I could fuck the white chicks when we toured Australia and the UK.'
'Well you have a white girl here,' said Daisy, 'and if you tell India your mad Muslims will behave themselves, I'm sure India will give you back Kashmir and all the fucking rats.'
Daisy was a natural-born negotiator.
She had drained Imran three times.
Enough to make a grown man cry, she hummed and gargled.
I was getting live feeds from her room.
Imran called the US President and said they'd start paying the US 4 billion dollars a year for keeping the Taliban out of their country.
'Now that sounds more like it,' said the President.
Then he called up the Indian President.
'You can have Kashmir and manufacture as much heroin and morphine as you want, so long as our cut of ten percent is paid. I'll execute a few radicals for you and you won't hear boo in the Kashmir region.'
It sounded a rap.
Then I heard a slurping sound over the intercom.
Sounded like Imran was going for round four.
Boy, he had stamina.
'That's a rap,' said Max, who showed me a text message from Langley, 'well-done boys, Big Tit Inc. will get all the funding you need.'
It was time to go on a recruiting trip after Daisy gave my cock a good dusting.
'But if it means you could fuck more white chicks, that was your incentive, right.'
Daisy sounded like a natural broadcaster.
'I have no religion,' confessed Imran, 'I only played cricket so I could fuck the white chicks when we toured Australia and the UK.'
'Well you have a white girl here,' said Daisy, 'and if you tell India your mad Muslims will behave themselves, I'm sure India will give you back Kashmir and all the fucking rats.'
Daisy was a natural-born negotiator.
She had drained Imran three times.
Enough to make a grown man cry, she hummed and gargled.
I was getting live feeds from her room.
Imran called the US President and said they'd start paying the US 4 billion dollars a year for keeping the Taliban out of their country.
'Now that sounds more like it,' said the President.
Then he called up the Indian President.
'You can have Kashmir and manufacture as much heroin and morphine as you want, so long as our cut of ten percent is paid. I'll execute a few radicals for you and you won't hear boo in the Kashmir region.'
It sounded a rap.
Then I heard a slurping sound over the intercom.
Sounded like Imran was going for round four.
Boy, he had stamina.
'That's a rap,' said Max, who showed me a text message from Langley, 'well-done boys, Big Tit Inc. will get all the funding you need.'
It was time to go on a recruiting trip after Daisy gave my cock a good dusting.
