Rakesh felt like jumping with joy inside. He schooled his features and said, “So, what can I do. I need the money too”“I am sorry, I can do some... work for you” She replied.“What can you do for me”“I don’t know, cleaning, washing, stuff like that”“What else?” Rakesh said leering at her.“What do you want me to do?” she asked meekly.Rakesh looked at her with a smile and said, “What you did with your uncle for money!”Shruti’s eyes went wide and turned to run away to her room. Rakesh could not help. Perhaps I crave this kind of attention. Karajan is the only one who ever ignored me. I need this. To know I make him feel this way. That I arouse this anger…that he would risk imprisonment for me…it makes me sure that he loves me.Wait. I hear him, coming up the stairs now. . .He opens the door. Seeing him in those tight black clothes makes my pussy tingle. He removes the panties from my mouth and I can breathe."Are you ready?" Karajan, I have been bad. But I have only loved you!"“I am. She called inside but there was no answer. Remembering Simon's warnings, Arabella drew her weapon and warily walked into the room. Everything was silent except from the sound of the rain as it fell against the roof. The house smelt of cooking food and Arabella's stomach rumbled. Searching for any inhabitants, she took a quick tour of the house, noting the spartan interior. Woven mats had been hung from bare rafters to divide the old cinder block garage into rooms.Weary from her journey,. The air outside smells cool and clean. I stop at the deli I discovered last night to pick up a bagel and some coffee. When I am finished with both, I fish the cell phone out of my pocket and dial one of the numbers I looked up on the Internet last night."Chance Consulting, this is Rich Daltrey." Rich," I say. "This is Frank Jasper. You may remember me from a few years back. I did some consulting contracts for you in Boston." Yes, Frank! Of course I remember you. How's it going?"I'm sure you.