I followed her out of the restaurant and to the truck. When we got in, she took out her cell phone and glanced at it. “Oh, damn, another message fro... my mom.” “What did she say?” Carla closed her eyes, obviously upset. She sighed and pressed the button and played the message so I could hear. “I've called the police. I told them you were kidnapped. They know his license number and what he looks like. Call me and let me know you're alright and they'll stop looking for you. Please come home.” . I want to revel in your naked flesh as it appears, tasting you, gently sucking and nibbling each exposed bit of you as it is revealed. Yet I doubt we could be that patient, so eager we are to see each other. Staring into your eyes my hands cup your breasts; I want to read your face as I gently knead and caress them. Would you react at my palms gently stroke your nipples? Perhaps you'd bite your lip and look up at me with sexy yearning as I twist them just a bit. But soon enough you would be. As she looked into his eyes, his hand snaked down and grabbed her boob over her shirt, eliciting a surprised, “uhh” from her. Rakesh couldn’t help smiling at that sound as it was so lust filled that he could hear her yearning for a man to use her body. He pulled her into his bedroom and closed the door behind. Shruti stood beside the bed and was waiting for him to do something. Rakesh flipped the CD player to ON and walked over. “What are you waiting for? Strip dance!” Rakesh commanded. Shruti. With his free hand he grabbed something from the table next to him. It was a little ring sized jewelry box. He held it right in front of my face."Remember this, princess?" I silently shook my head. He popped the box open with one finger. Inside was a huge ring. I recognized the signet ring with Bard's initials that my father had insisted on giving him as a gift. I had tried to convince him that it was very old fashioned and pretentious, but he thought it was classy.... "Who would have thought.