Everything was normal except the occasional rub up against my body that sent chills through me every time. As time passed everyone was tired and so we...were sitting on the steps inside of the pool. He kept swimming by and pulling me underwater. He started by pulling my arm but then he decided to get more daring and started pulling me by me legs. I felt his hands getting higher and higher up my thighs and, me liking the feeling, I began opening my legs wider. He was almost where I wanted his hand. Darcy was shocked - and relieved - that the class was attended by both men and women of various ages. Her earlier insecurities were somewhat relieved.The young man who coached Darcy's class - who introduced himself as Jason - appeared to be in his mid to late twenties. He was attractive with close cropped dark hair, naturally tan skin, hazel eyes, a warm smile, and a friendly demeanor.Jason didn't have the traditional swimmer's lithe physique; it appeared more as if he'd spent a lot of time. The expression on her face nearly made him laugh, it was as though a light had been turned on in a darken room, she beamed and the invite was readily accepted.Only after the dinner was finished and they were heading to where he had parked his car did the subject of 'was he married' asked. He didn't hesitate in answering. It wasn't as if he didn't have a woman and this woman was the answer to his desires, he had a very accommodating wife so it didn't matter whether this Beryl wanted to end the. ." Ah, ah, ah, never contradict me." Yes, my husband." Your father warned me you were a whore. Are you a whore Marianne?"She could have answered truthfully that she was the victim of an incestuous father and voyeuristic sadistic husband, but Marianne was fast approaching the point of no longer knowing the truth. Savaged and debased since she was a tiny girl she was no longer sure what the truth was. Perhaps they were right. Perhaps she was a vile and ugly girl who deserved everything she had.