.. Diane? He hadn't seen her in almost two years, and perhaps he was afraid to admit to himself that he might never see her again. Yet, he did recogni...e her on the dance floor with a slender blonde man who was two or three inches shorter than she was. She'd changed her hairstyle and put on a little weight, all of it in the right places, but it was definitely Diana Jeanette Carroll.When they first met, they had laughed about their names. Including given name, middle name, and surname, she had. Meanwhile, the scene on the stage developed further. The masturbating dancer had acquired a chair, and she had seated herself, lifted her legs and spread them, and continued her rubbing of her clitoris, but now her bare vulva was being displayed in its gleaming moist glory along with her rectum, sweetly puckering and relaxing as she massaged herself. The glowing white expanse of her buttocks and fleshy thighs was erotically set off by the red lips of her spread vulva and the pale brown areola. Right from bottom of the bed cot, I took the edge of the bed sheet and I slowly moved up inside the bedsheet. i could see her soft feet, white hair less soft skinned legs one over the other. i touched her feet and she moaned “ahhhh.. ” i departed her legs, moved up.. I could see her soft lap placed adjacently, i move my strong finger and did a small drawing with my finger and she moaned like “no sir, come here ahhh “. i moved up further and saw a beautiful valley to heaven with tiny hairs. she. Farooq – “Get a rope and tie him up”. Salim went in and got a few clothes and used them to tie my brother up while Farooq was holding me. They tied his hands and legs to the sofa and stuffed a handkerchief in his mouth so he could not speak.I was scared to death. I started murmuring words “Please don’t hurt us” “We will pay you back I swear”Salim – “How are you going to pay me”?Me – ” give me some time to arrange the money and I will pay you”Salim – “I don’t fucking trust you. I rather teach.