I rolled slightly to let her pull her other arm free. "Now open it."She pulled the lid off, and found another, smaller box inside. This one was covere... in dark blue velvet. She eyed me suspiciously. "Go ahead, take it out," I told her. She did so, then turned it toward herself, and started to open it. I could see the pinpoints of light reflected on her face as she saw the content, and her complete demeanour softened as her eyes filled with tears. "Gotcha."She stared at the ring, tears flowing. The victim is hypnotized, then told to read off the phrases on the cards she’s probably given by the Mad Doctor, the Evil Son-of-a-Bitch. That would be the hypnotic induction itself I’d say first. Then probably her slave program next. Then her individual instructions, call her handler for instructions, call home, don’t tell anybody you’ve been kidnapped and turned into a sex slave, keep it recharged, whatever. She was then probably told to forget or ignore that she even had the devices in her. It was half covered in her swim suite, and half naked. I massaged her bun while at the same time moving it in and out. Her bun felt soft like a baby’s bun, and I made more of that flesh naked, by squeezing down the narrowing swim suit to the smaller area of her ass crack. I rubbed all of her but with my hands. I even inserted my hand under the thin membrane of her squeezed out swim suit, exploring her ass crack in the process. I felt like I am in control of her ass and pushed it on to me with. Ishwarya was waiting for me at the big bull temple. She was in her college uniform and bag.Let me describe Ishwarya, a 19-year-old tender cutie doll. She was short, around 5 ft in height, with a wheatish skin tone. Ishwarya wore a full-rim glass which gave a studious look to her. A small tiny nose and juicy lips perfectly set on her small face.She wore a dangling silver earring on her small ears. She had extra long dark hair tied into a bun on her head. She had tiny hands, with a leather-bound.