He whispers into my ears "You are my bitch tonight, whether you like it or not!" Vishal, is that you?" I reply in a trembling voice. "Yes sweety, I kn...ew you would dress up real nice for me," he said. "What? You knew that I dress up like girls?" Yes, honey. I just wanted to take you by surprise, I was right in the next building all day, waiting for my slut to finish her day and start mine!" he said, leaving me shocked.Before I could say or do anything, he pushed me into the bed and came on top,. Seconds after he got the car pointed in the right direction he hit the gear shift again, then again seconds later and the engine seemed to scream louder and louder as we passed cars like they weren't moving. I looked at his face and my stomach churned harder at his expression.God I'm gonna be sick... The supercharger, blower and full racing cam were giving me my dad's money's worth today as the speedometer clicked up to 85mph and continued edging toward 90mph. I was fuming and I was planning a. ”“Would you? I mean, unless you think we could organize something here.”“Do you? Most of the kids we dealt with have graduated, and it would take a lot of effort to find the right group, AND get them to a point where they’d be willing to be naked together. I’m not even sure all the deep-thinkers in San Diego would go for it. As I said, I’ll have to ask.”“Can I ask you something without you getting upset?”“Kara...” I sighed.“Why do you always think the worst?”“Because it’s YOU!” I said with a. He drifted in and out while she was probing the wounds, which without the anesthetic would have been excruciating painful. She extracted some cloth material, probably from his shirt or jacket, cleaned the wounds and dressed them.Finally she removed the rest of his clothing revealing a well-muscled man with hardly a trace of fat, who looked like he worked out religiously. She also noted some older scars which indicated this stranger with a Russian accent who spoke Spanish, had been wounded.