“Did someone do this to you? Who was it? Who did this?”Alaina opened and closed her mouth. Her mind finally picked itself up from where it had bee... gibbering on the floor. What the fuck! Oh fuck, that was scary. Fuck, fuck, fuck! She turned back around, looking at herself in the mirror. Fuck, that’s a memory I never want to think about. Ugh.She grimaced, watching her newly-grown face contort just like she expected. “Amazing,” she whispered. “How did you do that?” She looked over her. We only had oral sex before our wedding and I did make her cum once that way and, she would gave me a blow job only to get me hard then jerk off the rest of the way. See her mom talked her into saving herself for the wedding night, big mistake if you ask me now. I mean we knew what to do but we ended up with her running home crying and me pissed right off at her for being such a fucking baby. Maybe a hotel room more then 8 blocks from her parents house would've been such a smart idea but, hind. Very next day i made myself urgent mission plan how to see meet her.And by surprise i got picture from her.That was some kind group picture of people involved in that project she was doing. She is very nice lady.Long brown-red curly hair,green blue eyes very simple but sweet black dress.She wasn't tall. She wrote in mail not to be terrified.I called her immediately, she was at college library and i told her i want to see her and not to worry. I wore my tuxedo that day because i had meeting in. I was not wearing any bra due to the pains. My milk containers were exposed to my FIL and FIL then took hold of my right boob and slightly exerted pressure. I cried loudly as it pained a lot though a little milk sipped out which was collected by FIL in the container. I vehemently protested for not squeezing any more. FIL said, Nisha, there is no other way please bear with a little pain you will feel relieved but still I said no, I can’t bear the pain. FIL then suggested one more plan. He said,.