"I don't even know how to do it and I don't think I've ever had an orgasm."I was shocked. "You mean you never had an orgasm from masturbating, or you'...e never had an orgasm, ever?!" I asked.She looked away. "Ever," she said quietly."It's OK, it's OK," I said, trying awkwardly to comfort her.Suddenly, Sylvia laughed out loud and said, "Well, since you're supposed to be teaching me, maybe you can teach me how to have an orgasm."I looked at her quizzically. What was she suggesting?She caught my. My minidress covered just enough to leave my nipples hidden, but still show my breasts – shapely and inviting. I dont dress up like a slut. I like to leave a little to the imagination, however it wasnt long before he was tugging my easy-access dress down over my chest and feasting on my nipples, moaning against them. I ran my hands over the crotch of his jeans, feeling his cock harden under my touch. I had to physically push him away to get what I wanted. I wanted cock, swallowed into my. He was tearing me. I guess my blood provided sufficient lubrication. He began to stroke into me more easily. He was fairly large; much larger than my ex-husband had been and it hurt a lot at first. As he continued to fuck me I could feel myself becoming slicker. Even though it was rape, my body was starting to respond. “Beginning to feel it Daisy? Feels good doesn’t it. Baby you’ll even like it when I take your sweet ass.”Reminding me that my ass was his didn’t help. Nonetheless, I was. " I sighed.Again we sat in silence. I was thinking about Davinia and where she fitted in my philosophy of life. TJ brought me back to the present, "So, what's this about tomorrow night, then? What you got lined up for me?" he seemed a little too keen."Before that, I want to talk about my girlfriend, Davinia. Now..." Davinia, that's a posh name. You screwing class ladies these days, then?" Dav is a nice girl. Now I want it clearly understood, she is off limits to you in any bloody way.