I struggled free and slapped his face “Fuck off you cunt” he grabbed me a second time and turned me round and pushed me over the back of the sofa,...holding my wrists at the side of me. I struggled and his leg was between my feet as I tried to close them. “Fuck off let me go you bastard” I screamed, holding me he said “Whatever”. Then as he pushed me trapping me between him and the sofa as his hand came up under my skirt and rubbed me between my legs through me knickers.As he rubbed me I was. I enjoy filling up my bladder until I'm ready to explode and then wait until the very last precious second before I rush to the toilets to let it all out. It's something I developed in middle school; I hated using the dirty public toilets & they were always surrounded by the "bad" girls skipping class & smoking in there. So I started to avoid them & try to make it home before I could pee in the toilet. I didn't live far but there were some instances where I would dribble some into my panties as. My wife. after being fucked by three of them, spun around and sucked a couple of cocks off. One of the guys called her a whore and they all laughed but she just kept sucking them.When they had finished, they left her there, with her skirt still pulled up and with cum leaking from her ass and pussy. She even had cum on her face too and when she came into the bar, I told her that she needed to clean up her face before anyone saw her. She went and did that and came back and sat down. We listened. Her eyes revealed genuine concern, “I just want you to feel good honey. Use me” she pleaded while her finger tips grazed my cheek. Deep inside her I sensed anxiety that she still had not succeeded in completing our coitus and her womb still lay barren.I was overwhelmed with remorse for having felt so angry at her. Tears began to pool in my eyes as a steady wave of shame overcame me. Reaching up to wipe away my tears I sobbed at her touch. “Its okay baby, I know it might be a little.