All Chapters of Dirty Games With My Ex's Uncle: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Amad groaned in pain as he regained his consciousness and slowly found his way back in tuned with reality. He was tied to a chair beneath the shower in Mia's bathroom. Of course, he tried to fidget and toss about in a bid to free himself, but the fetters that bound him were too strong. A while ago, jut when he was about to treat himself to saliva- dripping and deep- throating blow job, the Gunny covered in a black mask and hoodie knocked him unconscious. She hit hard at the back of his head with the magazine of the gun. Mia also made cast in the tiny bathroom. She sat on the toilet pan adjacent to Amad. She was clad in nothing but a white towel. Cleary, she was confusion and afraid. Her trembling hands and tearful eyes gave testament to that. "Who... are you?" Amad stitched out a question in a stammer. The Gunny pushed the hoodie off her head and took off the mask. A smile dazzled across her face. She was nothing short of beautiful. "I'm your nightmare," She coldly responded. "Bu

Mia, clad in a formal dress, albeit short, closed her eyes, she let out a deep breath before knocking on the Human Resource Director's office at the Cabinet office.A male voice rang out aloud. "Come in!"Mia opened the door and walked in. An envelope was perched between her upper arm and body.The HR Director scanned Mia from head to toe as she approached the desk."Good morning sir," She beamed with a smile. "I was called yesterday. For the job... position of cleaner.""Do you have a name?" The Director wondered rudely. "Yes sir. I'm Mia Jackson," She responded politely.The Director nodded, "Have a seat.""Thank you," She responded and took her seat in front of a fairly old man whose face was cursed with wrinkles. His head was as white as an almond tree.The Director looked at Mia in the eyes and spoke, "To begin with your application letter came in late. You do not have the needed experience. You were not shortlisted for the job. But, I'm the guy that makes things happen. You scr

Breaths. Half breaths. Punctuated by heavy groans that ensued as Mia and Crystal locked in a steamy sixty- nine. The duo dug out and sucked each other's wet pussy with Mia atop.Saliva dripping from Mia's mouth as she serviced Crystal’s cunt. Crystal on the other hand, sucked in every ounce of juice that dripped from partner's pussy.A moment later, the two disengaged from the steamy sixty- nine and locked their lower bodies into a scissors. The goal was to glide and rub their cunts together. And it was achieved easily. Thanks to Crystal. As the two ladies rubbed their wet cunts together, they kissed, touched and caressed each other. Deep breaths escaped their mouths. After a good measure of knocking and rubbing each other's cunts, Crystal pulled out and pushed Mia on the bed. She laid flat with her legs wide open. "Good gal", She echoed as she placed her finger in Mia's pussy. Her mouth squarely rested on her clit."Awww", Mia moaned in delight.Crystal rubbed her tongue on Mia’s

"Why did you kill Amad?" The Detective paced about in the room as he opened the interrogation. Mia, sitting on a steel chair with both hands fettered to a steel table, struggled to wrap her head around the allegation. On the table was a gun and a blood- stained dress. Both articles were concealed in transparent plastic bags. And a couple of photos also made cast on the items on the table. "I didn't Kill him," Mia responded with a shaky voice. The young Detective flashed a smile on his face. He looked at Mia and gave in to another smile. "Alright," he spoke. "Let’s say I believe you. You didn't Kill Amad and i want to let you go. How then do I explain your finger prints on the gun found the crime scene?" "That's not my gun," Mia responded. "That's Crystal’s gun. She shot Amad. I saw her shoot Amad." "And, the finger prints on the gun?" He inquired. Mia's face grew haggard. Sweat made audience on her face. The picture was becoming clear in her head. Yet she was defenseless. "Do

Court was in session. Three days after her arrest, Mia was called to the dock by the judge. "Mia Jackson," The female judge spoke calmly. "You're hereby accused of murdering and concealing the body of Amad Azizi. A Tunisian and son of a diplomat. Do you understandthe charges levied against you?" Mia nodded a couple of times. "Yes your honour," She replied. The Judge further probed further, "How do you plead?" "Not guilty," She replied confidently. A loud scornful murmur rang out in the court room. It was as though it was not as quiet as still waters. The audience, most from the Tunisian community, pointed their fingers at Mia with disdain and impunity as they spoke in their mother tongues. The judge knocked the gravel on the desk twice. "Silence! Silence in court!" The Judge called the court to order. "Hearing to this case will commerce on 5th October, 2024. Court adjourned." The gravel was slammed on the desk again. The judge stood up and walked back to her cham