I pull her back into me and move my head to the right side of her face. I kiss her cheek. Kiss her ear. Kiss her neck. “So you want to take back...the gift you have given me?" I ask quietly in her ear. “I am very selfish when I receive gifts. I appreciate the gifts I receive. I want to hold onto them. Enjoy them. Cherish them. Are you wanting to take that pleasure away from me?”“No, Sir,” she quietly says as she lays her head back on me, “I am sorry I responded that way. I thought I. ” He moved back to kissing me, and forced his tongue into my mouth. Once I let him in, I had given in. Struggling would prove useless. I now realized that I had to try to enjoy it or else he would be raping me.No…! I couldn’t let him have sex with me! I couldn’t be a slut! My virginity was mine… and only someone who deserved it should have it: Someone who loved me, someone who wanted more than sex. Someone I could count on to never lie to me, to never stop cherishing me like how I felt Chris. Now he is only twitching and shuddering, with just occasional desperate bucking and spasms. Finally he hangs still. Give it a few more minutes, I think, and say, ?ladies, let’s have another glass of wine?.Now it’s ?after?, and we take him down and lay him across my table, face down, spreading his legs out to the side. He would never volunteer for penetration or obey a command to bend over for me, always had to be bound securely. Now no ropes are needed. I pull the vibrating eggs out of him.. She would have never been married. With almost every sentence she excused herself for her bad English. It wasn‘t that bad but talking that way she gave me a kind of a superior feeling right from the beginning.Answering my questions Ipek told me she was living in Istanbul still together with her mother. I had spent a few holidays in Turkey but never been to Istanbul. She told me about the beauty of her hometown and I kept on reading, made her tell more and more about herself . No, she didn‘t.