I held her hand and asked her what was bothering her. She said that her boyfriend abused her and was very rough during sex. she said he didn’t care ...or and was a drunkard and never satisfied her. I wanted to kiss her that time but held myself back. We had completely forgotten that we were holding hands and soon as she realized it she let it go and blushed a little. We called it a day.It was teacher’s day and every student had to give his/her teacher something or the other and the teacher would. She helped me off the throne, and then pushed me aside as she sat down torelieve herself. When she stood up I could see in the dim light that shehad a raging hard on. "Give me that dildo, turn around and bend over. Ihave a better use for it and I will give you my clitty-cock to practiceon." I complied with her instructions and she pushed the now welllubricated fake phallus into my boy pussy. When she turned it on I couldn'tbelieve the sensation. "This should keep you excited so you don't try. Donna seemedfine with that. She did reciprocate once or twice for me. I felt she dida good job, as she was able to take me all the way into her mouth. But itdidn't seem pleasurable for her, so I never pushed it. I was content withmy weekly fuck, and wanking to meet my other needs.After our fifth anniversary, however, our sexual trysts began todiminish. The frequency slowed, going to once every two weeks, then oncea month or longer. It wasn't like she said no, but her body language andreactions. We had been on the nudist beach about 20 mins drive away from our villa, a beach that we have visited for the past 5 years. Its a small beach and on a normal day there is about 10 couples there. We had been on the beach all day of day 4. A few couples were packing their things away as it was around 4:30pm. We had laid in our normal spot, close to the rocks, so their was nobody to the left of us only large fallen rocks with some small patches of sand between them,and a cliff face. Then a middle.