" Your father is wrong, Marianne. You're a sweet, charming young woman. Those things you were told to do are not who you are. You are the person you t...ink you are. Decide that for yourself. Don't let others decide for you." But all the things I've done..." From what you've described they weren't your ideas to begin with, but more importantly they are in the past. Whatever mistakes you may have made are done and over with. You can't erase them and you can't redo them so learn from them and move. ....................................It had been a few days since the showdown over that took place Sunday morning and I was back to my everyday grind. Cheyene was all I could think about, well I lied. Hell I had all three women on the brain to tell the truth. Work had been completely uneventful so far this week in comparison to last week.Here it was hump day again and I was still kicking myself for having left that house on Sunday. I wanted to call Chey so bad, but wouldn't allow myself to do. . Back then we used to live together.. She was 6 years elder then me but was always a sweetheart.. We used to spend all time together.. She had a best friend, I am unaware of her name.. Always used to come home at night stay over as they used to study together…and i always have to share bed with her with me in middle.. Hated that..Anyway back to the story we reached there around 3 pm and everyone was getting ready for tilak rasam…met my Bua and exchanged few words as she complimented about my. Pleasure(?). In the mean time, however, there would be much more painto endure. He was ripping me open. And he wasn't even a quarter of the way in meyet... A fact he was to drive home shortly. I felt my body urgently scrambling to get away from him, to get himout, to get him off of me. My body folded and collapsed to the floor. Trey fell on top of me, his cock wedged partially up my ass. Air hadfinally found it's way to and from my lungs, I was screaming till hegrabbed a pillow from.