After about 15 days or so, one morning she said I could wear a ponytailnow! I felt elated! I washed my hair that day, wore my favorite ghagracholi and...mom took me to her bedroom and made me sit in front of thedressing table. She brushed my hair, applied very little oil, againbrushed. Then she started combing it backwards and finally I could feelthe pressure all over my head of the hair being pulled. I could hardlysee it. She told me it was quite small but said there was nothing toworry. She. "Yes! Give me all that cum!"Bob slowed down and stopped. He cock plopped out of her ass. He stepped back, saw me and smirked. Jen whispered something to my wife again."Without looking over at me, she said "Steve, clean Bob's cock up. Put it in your mouth and suck his cum and taste my ass."Bob walked over to the chair and stood beside me. He took his flaccid penis and pushed it against my lips. He grabbed the back of my head and I opened my mouth, letting it slip in. I licked all the bitter cum. " The evaluation is tomorrow and if Derek doesn't show up then the girlswill start to suspect something is up," Kate added. "We need someone tostand in his place and what better person to do that but his wife. Theydon't know he wasn't married and, if we convince them his wife wasdelegated the role, then we'll buy at least another six months. The onlyperson who could credibly be his wife is Tracie. Nobody knows her thereexcept your mommy, Chrissie. We'll have to make sure she is too ill tocome. I met the group on Saturday, but then took off on my own. I ran by myself and kept my problems to myself. I allowed the ‘victim’ label to permeate and infiltrate my very being. Where I once had been confident and brave, I now looked over my shoulder. But it wasn’t just the fear of being victimized again. I lived in constant fear that someone would find out and I would become known as the woman who got herself raped. But that isn’t what happened: I didn’t allow this crime to happen. I was.