This time I grabbed her throat. "Be still" I said. The harder she fought the harder I squeezed. I squeezed until she lost conciousness, then resumed c...tting her clothing off. As I stare at her now naked body, tied to the dining room table, I could not resist my primal instincts. I stripped, and mounted Sara for what was going to be the first of many sex sessions. I didnt last long as my wife watched. I unloaded my cum deep into Sara's, clearly not virgin, unconcious, lifeless body. I decided. Every time she saw a girl in the streets with long curly hair. Every time she reflected on her life before she came to Sunbury. Every time when the relative inexperience of Beatrice’s caresses and gropings reawoke a memory of the earlier days of her lovemaking with Maisie. Her life was nevertheless mostly quite contented. She worked all day in the café, she spent pleasant evenings at her flat or in the town of Sunbury with Beatrice. They would walk together, hand in hand, along the sandy beach. He squeezed her to him. It was the same, as always.So far. But what Sal didn't know was what she had in mind for him."What's up?" he asked."Not much. What're you doing this afternoon?" Nothing in particular. Got something in mind?"You don't know the half of it. "Oh, I thought we might go back to my house and just fall out. There might be a good movie on cable TV." Suits me." They went into the station and boarded a train to Thirty-third Street, then disembarked and walked to, Charlene's. I'm this mannish freak that sounds like a woman. Sure, I can get a man to look me in the eye when he talks to me; he just won't ever consider me a woman. He won't notice my perfume, my new earrings or compliment me on anything. No man has ever bought me a drink in a bar or asked for my number."She took a mouthful of her tea and continued walking. "I envy what you have too. You have that honey blonde hair I see in the movie stars like Marilyn Monroe. You have tits and an ass, where all I have is.