This made me more comfortable and cooled off. I noticed that his rear-view mirror was trained on me. My hubby leaned toward me whispering “Montague ...ikes you, show him that you like him too”. Without any more words, he opened my dress’s halter exposing my hard nipples. I did not protest. I liked this very much and being in a car with potential of strangers seeing me exposed, erotically electrified my senses. Like an automaton I reached and squeezed my nipples.In this silent sex play, hubby. Right...here.”As he spoke, he dragged his fingers up and back until he was circling her anus. She whimpered.“You've never been fucked in the ass, have you?”She shook her head slowly. “No, please—ˮ“Good. Then I'll be your first.”Marguerite tried to rise, but Tim's hand closed around the back of her neck. “Is there a problem?”“Please, no. I've never done that. I— ”Tim released her and stood. “Oh, okay. Get dressed and leave. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”Stunned, Marguerite stared at him. “But—. Eloisa could feel it, rising from her gut to her chest, from her chest to her throat, that unbelievable torment embedded in her soul.I'm damaged, and I don't see how I can be fixed. Eloisa used the Danubian word "poganachoa" to describe herself, which meant "broken beyond repair." What if that was true?The memories came back, full force. All those horrible things that teacher made her do ... and those pictures. And on top of all that, an unfair sentence that dragged her friends, and even some. I don’t know her exact schedule. Can you tell me more about what happened?”“Not at this time. Would you please give us her name?”“Stephanie Adams,” I said. “What are you going to do?”“Find her and talk to her. What’s her home address?”“She lives with me,” I said, and then gave the address of the house.“You weren’t at the karate place last night?”“No, Detective, I wasn’t. I was there for the lunchtime class, and then the afterschool class. That evening, I was at marriage counseling with my wife.