I got my answer when I inserted my second finger and felt her inner muscles forcefully clamp down on them and then release drawing them deeper inside ...er. Her body was mine to now control. She was submissive to my touch and trusted my goal was to provide pleasure. And from her body’s reaction, she wanted and needed sexual pleasure.Her grunts were not one of pain or frustration. They were a guttural response to the manipulation of her body and senses and only encouraged me as I continued to. He locked his door so no one would barge in. He started to go behind my chair and started to massage my shoulders then proceeded to be breasts. At first I was so scared, but I really enjoyed his strong hands caressing my tits. He said to me, “Contessa your grades are not up to snuff. The University is now being very selective about giving seats to incoming transfer students. You really have to do well here.” After he told me the dire news, he had taken his cock out of his pants. It has. . one of being helpless, used, and violated in an archaic way. She didn't know if he was aware of her release, but she new it had happened. And soon she felt his own release as the liquid heat spilled into her. She was flooded, violated...and very aware of her unfaithfulness to her husband yet again. This time however, she tried to comfort herself with thoughts of how it had been unwilling.He pulled out slowly, letting her feel every inch as he vacated her most private of areas. She was aware. I found out about this after coming home from boot camp. I threw a mild fit but eventually settled down and “forgave”. Soon we were back to normal and headed for the marriage alter. For about a year I’d have the occasional spontaneous flashbacks of jealousy, but I never expressed it to her. Instead I became skilled at sublimated the angst, which eventually began to produce an interesting effect. The hurt and jealousy gradually transformed into a type of excitement and curiosity. Rather than.