He then spanked my tits with his hand 10 times. Then asked to drink what I held. It was really the worst I had felt since I entered this house.He then...asked me to wash in my room and meet him back here in 15 minutes. I crawled out of the bathroom keeping my back arched and exposing my asshole and pussy for Masters view.Rajesh: You learn quickly slave. I like that.Me: Thank you, Master.And I headed to my room. As people saw me crawl naked towards my room, Neeraj and Hemank ( Rajesh’s driver). I found them! I FOUND THE LINK!“I want to decode that date. Shaban the 26th in this year.”“Okay. I can Google it ... This date in Hijra, Shaban the 24th in 1436, that is...”“JUNE ELEVENTH, 2015!”The date of the attack. The date carved in Diana’s tomb stone.“Oui. Jeudi. Is zat good?”“Oh ... oh my...”I found them. I found the bastards who carried out the attack and I had found the guy who was paying their families compensation. I’d found my target, at last! It was the imam!“Anglais! Why are you. But then even I could deduce that the tall, skinny bloke they called Tim wasn't exactly what you'd call a natural sportsman. 'Oh fucking hell, mate!' one of them cried as Tim fluffed yet another pass, sending the ball skimming down towards the water. 'I hope to God you don't have this much trouble finding the goal on your wedding night.' 'Fuck off!' Tim retaliated, attempting--yet failing, I thought with an inward smirk--to look unconcerned as he loped down to the shore to retrieve the ball.. He also lost the sight of his left eye, and is almost deaf in that ear. He’s doing well though, and Ruth fusses over him constantly. He’ll be a professor again when his wounds heal enough, ancient Middle Eastern studies, and his classes are fought over by students already. His country has recognized his achievements, giving him awards, and activated his military pension, as a full colonel. He wore his new uniform to the awards ceremony.”For the first time my anger surged out. “Damn them. Please.