"You look like you've had a little too much sun, Becky," he said to me, and began tugging on my arm. "That's 'Ms. Thatcher' to you," I chided absently... "Yeah, sure. Hey, you wanna see my picture?" He shoved it in front of my face.God, another nude drawing. But this one was much different than mine. He stood confidently erect, feet slightly apart, hands on hips, a pose that was immediately familiar. There was a cruel expression on his face, and he was rampantly erect! I felt myself getting wet. After 15 mins of the prescribed time I softly told her that its time to remove it now.She opened her eyes and tossed her pallu aside exposing the cleavage and now both her boobs were thrusting out of her blouse invitingly. She asked me to remove the pad which I started unwrapping. But to remove it she needed to toss and turn side to side which I asked her to do.But she refused saying, “ mein ab nahin hiloongi, tum hi meri kamar pakad kar upar uthao our pad nikalo”. I did so but as soon as I put. I don't know what is supposed to be 'right'about this. The underwire almost painfully wraps around my upper torso,tightly pressing against my skin and rips. The shoulder straps feel likethey're strongly pressing me down, like the two are trying to push myupper body into a small container. My breasts are another story.Something usually so loose yet heavy feels like it should move a lot. Thecups not only hold them down, but also push them up, giving this weirdfloating sensation, but also. . I pickedup the Ring and examined it and turned off the shower. I grabbed a toweland quickly rummaged through my drawers to put on some of my ownclothes. I was relieved to be myself once again.What to do with the ring now. It was certainly unique. I had to holdonto it as I don't think it would be wise to let it fall into thepossession of someone else. Maybe I should throw it in the ocean. I'mreally not sure if this ring is a power to be meddled with. I couldcertainly do with out it.I dressed.