"I'll always treasure that summer before college, Jeff. And last year, for the first couple of months of the semester, that was magic. I'll have those...memories of us, Jeff, and I'll always remember you. But please don't try to be part of my life any more."She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. "I won't be your helpmeet, Jeff, I won't be your wife. I don't want to be any of those things."He looked thunderstruck. "Devlin? Are you... are you saying... we're not..." Please don't try to see me. I wasn't shocked when Melissa started our sex life up again barely after coming home from the hospital. The doctor had told us that we needed to wait a while before resuming relations, but Melissa had other ideas."Let's find out if he's right," she said. "If it injures me, we'll stop. But I'm craving my husband." The first few times we did it, I could tell that she was in pain. But she drove us onward. A few weeks later we were back doing it more than ever. We were also trying new positions and. When Samantha got home from work that day she was tired. Her pussy and asshole were sore and her lips were a little puffy. She looked in the mirror, puzzled.“What the hell were you doing today girl?” She asked her reflection. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you got fucked and fucked well.” Sam had no specific memory of having sex, but her body said otherwise. She did remember a rather vague dream about being taken forcefully by a Gorean warrior – Rask of Treve. But it was just a daydream,. In front of the barn were an old fashioned hand pump and a hitching post made of metal pipes anchored in cement.Rivers brought the car to a stop in front of the pump. He got out and opened the door on John's side."Ok, Beanpole, you wanted out. Now, get your sorry, goth ass out." Where are we?" John asked fearfully. They were alone. There didn't seem to be any neighbors around. No witnesses, John thought. Rivers grabbed John's handcuffs and hauled him out with a mighty tug. John cried out from.