Sam could feel that she was crying against him, and Joan's eyes were also bright. He was embarrassed, and guilty that he had worried them so much."It'... all right, Mom," he said, patting her back clumsily. "I'm fine." How do you feel?" Joan asked, taking his hand. This too was an unusual display -- she was only a year older than him, and normally they were careful to maintain their personal space. She often pretended to disdain her younger brother, but her real affection for him was obvious now.. I started moving and again hit me on my ass harder and shouted “You are moving in wrong direction ass hole. Go into the bedroom.” I replied “I cannot see. How come I will know which direction is a bedroom?” She said that she will hit my ass harder until I move in right direction. “Oh My God…my girlfriend has become an insane girl from an innocent type of girl.”She was hitting harder on my ass each time I turn in the wrong direction. I even don’t know if I am really turning in the wrong. There was no doubt in my mind.But it wouldn't end there. And I don't just mean that they would be free to use me and abuse me as often as they liked. The humiliation would continue when I left here looking like a freshly fucked slut and everyone that I came into contact with realized that I had been in here fucking my uncle and his son.As all this was going through my brain I was slowly unbuttoning my dress. I probably looked like a reluctant young victim to them. They didn't realize that I was. Little did I know that Maria was hiding things about her life, and little did she know, I was hiding things about mine. We both thought each other had great marriages, perfect lives, and wonderful things going on. We had no idea how wrong we were.Until that one fateful night when I was at home, having just gotten home from doing some late work, and Maria had been watching my daughter. My son was at his grandparents house, so we found ourselves standing in my living room when she had my daughter.