As she pressed her face against the cool metal of the washer, she blinked, realizing she had once again complied with his request, again without consc...ous thought. What was wrong with her. Or right with him. Or both?When Izzy was bent over the washing machine, Alex leaned in letting himself press up against her in a most unbrotherly fashion, “Don’t move,” he ordered her before he slid back and away from her. His hands went to her waist, and he started enacting something he had been fantasizing. I pushed her on the wall and unzipped her kurta. Her black bra was between my body and her back.She was shocked and said no not now. Baby (her daughter) will come at any moment. Still, I put my right hand inside from below over her tummy and left a hand on her left boob over the dress. I said I want to tell you something, she said tell. While telling her my hands were doing their work of groping and massaging her boobs and tummy respectively.I told her a different story as the secret of her. I was suddenly aware of my feet and the contents of the floor, but I guess he had read my mind, 'Would you like to watch a short'?I was the only one in there when the lights went down, the cinema was closed for cleaning and only opened for late night showings. I had seen small snippets of porn online but never a giant screen with surround sound, and it was a bit overwhelming and stimulating with the oral and anal and the gang-banging, strangely, it all appealed to me and all I wanted to do was. "Headache?" You bet; a real thumper." Which would you rather have, two Paracetamol or Jenni holding your hand?" No question; Jenni holding my hand."She laughed. "That's just as well, because we're not supposed to give you anything until the doctor's seen you." And she left the room."Did you mean that, really?" Really, really. Yes, of course I meant it." I closed my eyes, and faded out again. The next time I woke, she was still there, and still holding my hand, but there was a doctor in the.