She felt one, then two fingers push quickly against her, his other hand spreading her fleshy lips open as fingers drove upwards into her, causing her ...o gasp in pain, her legs unable to move despite her efforts to close them, she then felt three, then four fingers start to push their way inside of her… Then she felt his teeth touch either side of her swollen nipples, before the blinding pain hit as he bit down, the violence of the action causing sensations to flow through her, her mind racing. Being able to change your mind is the best way to find outyou still have one.Heather's outlook on life changed after that night. The guest bedroomserved only guests from then on. Heather's reluctance to wear dressesremained firm, though he did give up his rule of no nightgowns. Fromthat night on, he wore silky nighties to bed whenever he slept withEllen. Even though Heather now classified himself as being intersex,they enjoyed a satisfying sex life. With the exception of Friday. I went cold, after all these years, all the hurt and pain, my job loss and divorce, I was right all along, he was filming us, I knew it deep in my gut, and now I know, the low-life put it on the net, for nothing more than to discredit me further.I was a privately educated girl, living a sheltered life, still a virgin on the day of my marriage to an older man, naive and some would say submissive, I went to work for my husband at his small business, and his subordinate manager,a good looking guy,. “Lord of Hosts, help me not to strangle Rand,” I prayed.I pulled out the most formal uniform, the formal one with pants and a blouse. I noticed that it had small Ensign’s gold bars on the epaulettes. I sighed. What I hadn’t been able to explain to Lizbeth last night is that even though an Ensign outranked a senior NCO, only a civilian (or a very new ensign) would think that meant jack shit. Military rank was no more straightforward than any other human relationship. I had been a senior NCO,.