I answered and heard her familiar voice. “Hi, could you come and get me about 3?” she asked.“Sure.” I answered.“Oh, and bring me something t... wear. All I have is the bikini.” She said, sounding a bit winded.“Are you OK?” I asked. “You seem to be having trouble getting your breath.”“I’m fine.” She said.“Ah, you’re getting fucked right now, aren’t you?” I asked excitedly.“Uh huh. I’ll tell you all about it later.” She answered.“Oh, that’s so hot. I can’t wait. Love you.” I said.“Me too.”The next. It’s not gonna happen.Me – Please say it naa, jaan. Won’t it be thrilling hot and wild if we do the same?Nisha’s cheeks turned red with shame. She said, “Yeah, I think it would be, but only if we can find a guy similar to that guy. He was a fuck machine.Me – Oh my god. Tumne mere dil ki baat keh di. (You spoke what is in my heart.)Nisha – But how can this happen? Forget about it. It’s not possible.Me – What if I can find such a man?Nisha – Please don’t do it. How can I accept anyone except you. Good choice! Now strip." Why if I am going as me do I have to strip?" Oh my word, are you that out of your depth? You are going asDruscilla! Diana Prince's sister as played by Debra Winger."I tried to take control and put my foot down. "Look you can call meDruscilla but I am not getting dressed as her!"Diana slapped me again. "Oh yes you are or no exclusive interview,Druscilla and I'm calling you Druscilla anyway.."I stripped down to my boxer shorts. "You are going to need some. He was shaking, clenching his teeth, his eyes were rolled back showing only the whites. His breathing got shallow and fast, panting. He seemed to be going into convulsions. I kept it up but asked him how he was feeling. He was non-responsive, unable to even talk. I really wanted to keep going but I was also worried about him, that I might be doing damage and would be in a boatload of trouble for it! I slowed down and was about to stop to check his vitals when hands joined mine to keep me.