She told me to go ahead. So I gave a jerk to my dick and nearly one fourth of it went into her cunt. She started shouting with pain and begged me to s...op, as it was paining very much. She said that cork was too big for her pussy, but I said that it was she only who wanted to get fucked and she should bear it. With that I gave one more push into her cunt and she again shouted, but instead of stopping I kept on pushing my dick until I was completely into her. Now I stopped as she was shouting a. Cohen pronounced this as a rhyme.She clenched and squeezed his finger again at his suggestion. “I’ll check with you before you leave this evening, and if you’ve managed to keep it unstretched for me, I’ll make arrangements with your father to borrow you.”“That’s a deal, Doc. Uh-oh, Mr. Chadwick is watching us, looks like he’s getting hard. I’d better go blow him before he gets his heart set on my bottom. I don’t want to miss out on our date tomorrow!”“Good girl, run along then, I have pressing. Or what have you. If you don't volunteer information, they're just going to assume guilt and go through the motions, moving on to the next case.That's why it took under an hour for the jury to deliberate my fate.Guilty of first-degree rape.What was the point, really? Why tell my story to a therapist? To a cell mate? Anybody?Nobody would believe me, and it would just look like I was pussy, anyway. Which is what I was. She made sure she reminded me of that numerous times. It's because it was the. It occurred to me that this was two nights in a row that I was skipping the gym. I was pretty sure that I was going to get a workout though.We didn't see another soul until we got to the basement. I was glad because I was walking like I was about to give birth. Blake was enjoying my discomfort. His amusement was evident, and infuriating.He followed me to our cars and watched me get in with great difficulty. I groaned in pain when I lowered my weight onto that damned thing. It seemed to burrow.