I won't lie and say I didn't enjoy it. But if I could have said no I would have.Now I want him to fuck me. But I still want it to be rape. I want to b... tied up and taken. I want him to use me. And god! Is he ever good at it!It wasn't like the first time he fucked me. It didn't last an hour and a half and we only fucked in two positions. First he fucked me in the missionary position for a long, wonderful time. While we fucked his lips were near my ear. Using the most obscene language he quietly. They both had a glow from the orgasms they had and the curious excitement from watching parents have sex and displaying their nude bodies to their father. They both understood they should never talk about this to anyone outside the family. The story of their kidnapping and rapes were never to be forgotten for them but they were never mentioned to any of their friends or teachers. They understood the reasons for this and they understood why they should never talk about it because they would. It's always feels like a cross between assessment and lust. We talked about a variety of things and I think he mentioned acess to my tits. I adjusted my dress top so he just had to put his hand inside to touch me which he did. He fondled my tits and then pinched my nipple. So hard. He has such strong fingers. You can't cry out in pain in public. You just have to absorb it. Let it wash over you. Keep silent except for my changed breathing, panting as the pain swirls round my body and always. Her hand ran up the inside of my thigh and to my panties, she moaned in my mouth, "You are soaking wet." I was soaking wet, she didn't have to tell me, I knew. What I also knew was that in about one second I was going to come. She was stroking my clit through the thin material of my panties and I was building up for the biggest orgasm I'd had in, well forever, when she slipped down my body off the bed.It was at that moment that I thought I had regained my sanity and was about to get up when she.