"I had no idea what he was talking about, so I waited for him to continue."About you sir, watching the children." He nodded in the school's direction...."It appears that you sit here often and look at the children." His tone was polite to a degree, but I could hear an edge to it.It took a few minutes for me to realise what he meant. I was horrified that anyone could possibly think that of me. For the second time that day I had to explain about my wife's death, this time adding personal. He had me get in my hands and knees on top of the bed and then got behind me. At first it really hurt when he attempted to penetrate me and I had to pull away. He said he'd take it slow afterwards and began to penetrate me again. The pain subsided for the most part as he began rocking his hips back and forth until he was fully inside me. He picked up the pace and I could hear and feel the slapping of our skin as he began pounding me good and hard like the slut I was becoming. He fucked me. " She chooses her words, draws on her yoga practise to help articulate how she felt. "I have never been so embodied, so focused, so utterly in the moment. When he inched into me, it was the most sublime of violations. His cock sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body." Did he get his cock all the way in?" James asks.To Clare, her husband's voice has become a stranger's voice, and it thrills her to know she has reduced her worldly, ambitious man to a pathetic bundle of simpering. I spoke in a clear, serious voice, just as my sponsor talked whenever I called her in the midst of a crisis, ‘Tell me what’s happening. Are you safe?’ ‘Yes. I’m fine. I just…’ his voice choked up with emotion, ‘I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m ruining everything.’ ‘Where are you?’ ‘In the el… at a club, I guess.’ ‘A sex club?’ ‘I don’t know… I guess… sort of.’ ‘Are you having sex?’ ‘Yes,’ he replied, his deep voice thick with shame. ‘Right now?’ He started sobbing, ‘Oh… what’s wrong with me?’.