I fought.This was a different pain than violation. I felt like he was ripping myinsides out."Oh yeah, you fight. You like that dick in your ass. I bet...you beg to getfucked in the ass. I just beat you to it. You like it don't you?" Ididn't respond other than the constant screaming, and when I didn'trespond he punched me in the lower back. I thought he was going to breakmy back. "I said you like me fucking your ass, don't you."I still didn't say anything. I couldn't. It hurt too bad, so he hit. The bottom was hidden in shadows, but she could smell the stench of fish wafting up from it. A rag was slipped over her eyes and Tamarilla couldn't see anymore. Tammi thought, Great! Now I can't see or speak; I feel like a couple of monkeys for some reason. Go figure. Suddenly a voice whispered, "Hurry and get them out of sight, the ferry is returning!" Tammi felt herself being picked up, thrown and then nothing...Author's Note: As an interesting side note, Tamarilla's gag consisted of a rather. He had much darker skin, short black hair and dark eyes. His wife, Zara was short, skinny and she would fit well in the petite category. Rahul was also the one doing most of the talking during the meet and greet. He would talk about how he's been swinging for months alone because of his divorce, it's been the best time of his life and how they were glad to finally meet some younger swingers like myself and my Mom (I guess my Mom really does look young!). The couple were newlyweds and this was. I definitely don't deserve you." I feel the same about you."Marisol shook her head. "That doesn't make sense. I've never been anything but a mistress, a rich man's whore born and bread. The best I've been has been a maid. And you. You're a fucking genius. You could be anything you want, have any woman you want." Only if I can have you." Even if I ... divorce, I won't marry you. I'll be your mistress until you wake up and see the real me. I won't have your child. That's for your wife to have,.