."I interrupted her and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." I know that, Hani. There's not a mean bone in your body. You brought back some very nice ...emories too; you didn't mean any harm."I scooted closer and held her hand. "What was I like as a kid?" Oh," she sniffed, "intensely curious and always busy with something; happy, usually, unless you were hungry or tired. Perfectly normal in every way." Are you okay with..." All of a sudden I couldn't say the words, 'me being gay'. I waved my hand. Even though it was squeezing her white right breasts, giving it light red impressions.He wasn’t satisfied. He forced himself on her curvy body and ran his other hand down her waist to her skirt. Pushing it through the upper opening, he found her neatly trimmed pussy. He had forgotten that he made her take it off. His long slender finger wriggled between her pussy lips, grazing against the clit.It found the clit’s entrance, which caused Mumtaz to let out a loud moan. He didn’t have a choice but. The thought, despite its unpleasantness, had useful implications too. One being the fact that Qoura wanted me alive rather than dead.But if Qoura had been trying to save me by calling on her power that night, there was the slightest possibility that my imprisonment hadn’t been done merely to torture me. She might’ve had a good reason for doing so.The realization soured the salty aftertaste of cheese in my mouth, and my patience came to an end. I opened my eyes and made to rise up, my face. Eleanor smiled dreamily in her sleep. She could faintly hear the notes of The Blue Danube, her favourite waltz.How they had loved to dance the evenings away... The parties had been wonderful; beautiful people shimmering and laughing amidst the elegance of the old house. Dancing all night long until the sun rose over the trees and tiredness set in. They were magical times.The sounds of the music and the laughter gradually roused her from the cocoon of sleep. She sleepily opened her eyes and.