.."I stay quiet and surely almost a minute of silence passed..."I ... ummm ... I feel like a ... ugh ... Whore!" She started crying. "I feel like a fu...king CUMBUCKET and I don't even like having sex with him anymore" I'm sorry." I leaned forward to her. "Why not just break it off?"She started crying again."I love him!" She sobbed."But you arent even married yet, and you are already having marital problems" I don't know ... I don't think he does that on purpose" Shouldn't you try counseling?" He. I didn't get to say anymore because the guygrabbed my arm and pulled me out of the booth onto the dance floor. Itwas easy to see that he was more than a little bit drunk.We had just started dancing to the very upbeat tune when it ended.Good! I thought to myself, I can get out of this now. But the band wentright into the next song, a slow one, and he grabbed me and pulled meclose up against him. He put both his arms around my back like he washugging me and I had nowhere else to put my arms. He was leaking some against my leg. When John Candy got hit in the face, we both were in tears of laughter. I raised up to catch my breath, and noticed he cautiously shifted a little to the left. When I sat back down, it was laying against my legs joining the V. It had reached a point of no return. Without any words, his hand reached up to cup my breast as he squirmed under me. I instinctively reached under me and felt his hardness. I rubbed the tip that was exposed. He was a little larger than. A little pig. Clips with slight weights to draw my larger breasts downward slightly, udders, to further humiliate me. He didn't want me sexy when she was around, he wanted me to be just a naked little b**st. He said that it turned him on, but he would only let me know that when we were alone. With Melanie, he would either ignore me, or would show amusement towards how I looked. I felt so ashamed in front of them, but I craved that humiliation as well. I couldn't deny my wetness. Damn my body,.