Me: Hey…I’m here.Rani: Ok…I’ll be sending her to open the door. She is so excited to see you. I’ve told her a lot about you. Be nice…Ok…....Do not lose yourself on seeing her.Me: Alright.I rang the bell. After a minute or so…the door was opened.I saw her. Rani’s angel. Priya. I knew Rani would never be wrong.She was an angel just like Rani. She was very beautiful. Her face resembled like South Indian actress Charmi. Big eyes. pink lips. Wheat like complexion.She was wearing a pink loose top and. Sherry won by a large margin and looked thrilled.When she came back out, after dressing, she ordered more tequila and asked how she looked. I told her she obviously looked better than anyone there and it seemed the crowd agreed. “How did you feel?” I asked. “Nervous at first because of you being here, but then GREAT!” she answered. Just then, a man came over and asked if she’d come over and give the table some lap dances. I told her to do whatever she wanted and she smiled and followed him. She then stuck her hand between her legs and presumably wiped herself. Once done she flushed the toilet and checked herself in the mirror again. She pushed her giant breasts up and readjusted her dress, showing a little more cleavage. Finally she left turning the light off. Stephen waited a full minute before moving. Even then he proceeded cautiously and peeked into the bedroom. Heather was gone. Stephen quickly stuffed the bag full of lingerie back into Heather’s suitcase. Stephen then. The burning sensation crept from her chest, full of air she couldn't exhale, to her sore ravished vagina, to her constricted neck. She couldn't scream, she couldn't breathe. As she weakened her kicking was reduced to twitching movements, now she remembered Roger's body twitching beneath her as she had squeezed the life from his neck. Then her consciousness faded to a woolly greyness...The men watched fascinated at her erotic writhing, her skinny body arching towards them and then her knees.