PRETTY GHOSTS
Result of the Deeds

The same place, in a different place.

"What dream did I have last night, it could have been to sleep with an ojeg," Mauren murmured while wearing his clothes after several hours of sleep from exhaustion due to his playing with people he did not know. Worse still, he's an ojeg handyman who's in his thirties.

"Hehehe .." The ojeg man who was in the same place as Mauren suddenly chuckled while enjoying a cigarette that was half the length. "That makes you play, Ma'am. I'm a normal guy, naturally dong wants to. Although the ojeg also, Mbak to ask to add three times earlier."

"But you should use safety? Let all the seeds not go into my hole. How will I be pregnant?" mauren Protest.

"Where do I know of such a sudden invitation, Ma'am. You're the one who makes it while continuing to ask me to open my pants. Fortunately, my rented house is free and quiet. The last one too, I diggeluariin in your mouth right, Ma'am, that's all you ask. How greedy again when playing the contents of my pants."

"Udah, ah, don't remember anymore. Now take me home" Mauren murmured.

"Ready, beautiful Ma'am," tikang ojeg was very excited. The two of them went straight out from the contract of the ojeg. Unfortunately, there were a lot of people watching them. Looking at the ojeg who smiles, of course, the rented neighbors can't bear to tease him.

"God! Kirain did not narik ojeg because it was sick again, uh did not knowya bring a beautiful girl," chirped one of the neighbors and it succeeded in making a laugh there.

"Lumayan, there is a mumpung," replied the Ojeg originator, but it was enough to upset Mauren, and he was more silent with his face down. What is clear besides being embarrassed, Mauren did not want anyone to recognize his face. He's the son of a corrupt former tax worker. Although not a high official, but still the news has spread and made Mauren lose all his luxurious life.

Instead of going home, Mauren instead went to the house of a man who was often made a friend in various ways, including friends looking for satisfaction in bed. There, in the room of a familiar man called Jon, Mauren immediately vented his anger. When Mauren arrived, Jon was engrossed with another woman in bed. Inevitably Jon's bed game stopped and the woman he was with left irritated.

"Why are you, anyway? Disturb people's pleasure," said Jon as he moved out of bed. Maybe because he was used to being naked in front of Mauren, the man stepped leisurely without clothes, heading towards the table where Jon's electric cigarette was.

"I know again, Jon. Leo is hard to conquer. Even using stimulants that you love also does not work," Mauren immediately sat on the same sofa with the man who is currently smoking his electronic cigarette.

"How could it fail? Have you been found out?"

"Yes, it's not. I put it very carefully, Leo was going to the toilet. Uh, when he came back from the toilet, suddenly he asked for a change of drinks, yes I was shocked dong," Mauren murmured in flames.

"Why could that be?" Jon who heard it was quite astonished.

"Keep drinking, the coffee you've mixed with the medicine?"

"Yes at first I refused even though Leo insisted. But I was made weird with my own body. The time came when my hands were like someone was controlling?"

"Well! Take control? You mean.

"So gini ..." Mauren then told what he experienced while in the cafe earlier. "My hand is someone who directs it and moves it so I can have that coffee."

"What time?" Jon stared with a look of disbelief.

"Geez, Jon .. You think I'm lying? Use only logic, where there are people who want to enter deliberately into a trap made by themselves. Though at that time I was about to order another coffee to make Leo upset."

Jon was really dumbfounded. "Is it possible that Leo knew you were putting stimulants into his drink?"

"Where might he know. The toilet door guy just kept me watching."

Jon was still astonished by the thoughts at work, digesting the story of the nearby woman. "Who do you want to vent it with?"

"With the ojeg artisan, the intention of rising ojeg to quickly come here to vent with you, uh there are obstacles that occur. Plus my hand was again like someone was in control. Along the way, my hands riled the middle of the pants of the ojeg mulu."

"Hahaha ... How many rounds?"

"Three rounds. The people of his medicinal influence are very strong," Mauren murmured. "Is it possible that the one controlling my hand is the ghost of Rose?"

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