I cried in pain and said I had understood.Once again, I was bent over the sink and my dress was lifted up…This new bastard asshole shoved his finger... in my wet cunt and took them off glistening with the mix of my own fluids and his friend’s semen.He smiled and looked in my eyes through the mirror, saying I was a very filthy and slutty married bitch. The bastard licked my neck with his disgusting tongue and he spread my butt cheeks, smearing that sticky liquid mix around my tight rosebud. He. As I opened the first email I was astounded. The wife was absolutely beautiful; firm shapely breasts, a tight tummy, a beautiful shaved pussy with her inviting lips protruding and a great shot of her bent over with an inviting ass beckoning me. The husband was no less impressive. He looked handsome, had a musclely torso, a decent sized cock and was (like myself) quite hairless all over.We began to exchange text messages, firstly just myself and the husband then the wife joined in. We exchanged. She was eternally grateful but was severely distressed over the fact that the young man was laughing the entire time. It was lesson she learned the hard way and after that she decided to chance random coitus with strange visitors in little encounters that were fraught with danger and excitement at being caught in the act by one of the other sisters certain to accuse her of breaking her vows.Her last union of that nature was with the man that delivered the bottled water to the school hallways.. I want it to go away. I want to curl up inside the closet and go to sleep and not wake up until it’s all over. Like maybe when I’m twenty or something.Can you do that, Dr K? Can you give me drugs or something so I go to sleep for seven years? I could be like Sleeping Beauty – except I’m not a princess and I’m not so beautiful and I only want to sleep for seven years instead of one hundred, and I don’t particularly care for the idea of some foreign prince slobbering over me like a randy dog.