..women used to money and power, and to having their own way. The leader changed all this upon taking control several years ago... and vowed to make ...all these women his personal sex slaves.Many of the sophisticated ladies, proud and recalcitrant in their manner, had refused to accept this...and risked punishment, flinging their insults at their captors, enduring abuse at the hands of the leader's helpers, those in charge of the state harem. This, however accomplished nothing...and some of the. “,bola,kuch der donon aise ek doosre ke upar lete rahe phir alag hue,mummy thodi der baad bed se uthkar bathroom mein gayi aur apni body ko clean kiya, bathroom se aane ke baad woh apne kapde sametne lagi aur bra,panty pahanane lagi,tabhi shahbaaz bed se uthkar mummy ke paas aaya aur bola,”Kya aaj raat bhar sach mein nahin ruk sakti ho tum?”,mummy ne kaha,”Zaroor rukti lekin bete ko bolke aayi hoon party late night tak chalegi toh muhe aate 2 baj jaayenge,waise bhi 2:30 baj gaye hain,mujhe. It wasn’t the case that he got bored of me or something. But there was a constant sense of lack. A feeling that whatever I am getting was not enough and something was missing. Something which I cannot put my finger on because I have no idea what it is.This confusion about what is lacking is pushing me more and more and it is corroding my affection towards my husband bit by bit. It’s good that my husband wasn’t a great reader of the face and he still believes that I am happy with him, which is. Now my house is such that my parents sleep on the ground floor and me n my sis in our adjacent rooms on the 1st floor. It was 2 in the morning and i heard a knock on my door, i opened it saw my beautiful sis dressed in her party dress with kajal and her eyes and a dark red lipstick on her lips that could make any man kiss her madly and wearing her 3 inch pencil heels which rose her upto 5’5.I asked her “kya hai?’ and she just pushed me inside and came in and closed the door behind her and.