B-)We use to talk daily. Mostly it was about routine stuff. She was having problem with sex life. Jiju was busy with office work so they had sex only ...nce a week. Sometimes once a fortnight. So whenever my sister was horny, she use to get upset. She didn’t knew about fingering and all. She found it all unorthodox. For her, sex means “with husband only”.Once during talking to her,I asked: wese aaj raat ko karne ka iraada h kya?”.She said “pta nhi. Inke mood pe h.Me: To mood tu bna diya kar. She jerked wide awake when she felt the liquid flowing over her chest. She looked around wildly, completely disoriented. She was in a small chamber of some sort, with harsh white lights. She was restrained at her wrists and ankles, but couldn't see how due to the thick, glistening liquid that was rising ever closer to her mouth. The face of a beautiful woman came into view through a thick glass porthole that Megan hadn't noticed in her panic. "HELP ME"!!! Megan screamed, thrashing futilely. I saw tears, smiles, laughter, shock, anger, every possible emotion still being echoed through the room. I was absolutely exhausted at the same time as I was completely, utterly on edge, passionate, energized, buzzing, high on music, high on life. A dangerous country for a recovering addict to stay in, but I let myself enjoy it for a little while longer, my whole body vibrating, head to toe. I walked away to find myself a calm corner to be able to pull myself back slightly, but I was stopped by. He put his phone down on the dashboard and began to unbuckle his pants. I stopped him and told him that I would do it. I got him to lean his seat back so he was almost lying down. After did that he picked up his phone and laid back. My heart was thumping as I took a sip from my water bottle. I wanted to savour every moment. I screwed the lid back on and as I reached across, just before I touched his pants, I heard a video start playing on his phone. 'Oh God, this is really happening,' I thought.