Arabic. Mandarin. Somali. Hmmm. I’m told that names like Mohammed and Singh are more common in the City of London, England, than John or Samantha no...wadays. Diversity is a beautiful thing, isn’t it? I smiled to myself as I took it all in. You know that sensation when you can feel someone watching you. I felt it all of a sudden and it caused me to turn around. I found myself looking into a pair of brown eyes in a beautiful face less than two feet from mine. Hello Miss Far, said an amused voice. . What seems to be rope digs into the skin of my legs, arms and around my waist, tightening around my bound breasts making them jut out. What is happening to me? Where am I? The ball gag has caused me to drool all over myself, my tits, spit running down my stomach all the way down to my crotch. Near panic, the adrenaline coursing through me pushes me to open my eyes, trying to focus my gaze and overcome the fog clouding my mind. Things steadily fall into place… and all I see is eyes. At least. . though I was alive, right now, I would be very dead in just a few moments.Really. Truly. Dead.R.T.D.The impact was even worse than I remembered. Of course I was remembering things that were happening and just about to happen.Quite the conundrum.The time it took Mr. Hillman's produce truck to kill me stretched out like an eternity. My mind flashed on Beth Ann, Millicent Jane, James Brian, David Gregory, Colleen, Rebecca, Millie, Mr. Bell, Jennifer, and Tabitha, among a battalion of others. I. Sarmate hue unhne kaha apni dulhan aur apa ko badi berhami se kiya ,aisa bhi karte hai koi, aaj mein tumse kuch bhi nahin karwaoongi. Kyonki meine lajo ki jam kar chudai ki thi isliye thaka hua tha maine kaha ao apa apni banho mein sula do subah char baze ka alarm lagadete hai agar tumara man kare to phir mere ko karne dena aur ham so gaye.Achanak meri neend khuli kareeb rat ke teen baje the ,apa mere seene se lipati hui so rahi thi aur badi pyari lag rahi thi ,unko dekhte hi mera sanyam tut.