? He starts to yell at me, calling me a slow worthless slut that is not worthy of his time.? I also hate when he does this.? I feel so small, and I st...rt to believe his lies.? I start to feel like I am worthless, and that I don't matter.?I feel him reach around and grab my ass.? It's not a soft grab, it's a rough hard grab that hurts.? Then I feel his fingers go further into my ass crack.? I fear what is coming and then feel his finger make it's way into my asshole.? He pushes it further. And said we are brother and sister and this is not right. Then I said why this is wrong. This is natural; I like you very much and want to be with you. And you also want this as your hubby is on tour always. You want your sexual desires to be fulfilled and you have right to get it fulfilled. She said it is wrong and she loves her hubby very much and this will be cheating with her.Then I said it will not be cheating it will be your desire that will be fulfilled. Tell me one thing don’t you want. My pet name for her was “Swan” and people would ask why I called her that, and we would both smile and say it was private. Some people would guess it was perhaps a childhood name because I could not pronounce her given name when we were young, or perhaps because she grew up to have a very long and graceful neck. Actually it was neither of those things. Forty years ago we were growing up on the family farm/ranch in the Texas panhandle a couple of miles outside of town. We were seventeen at the. Don't worry. I'll find you." And he left in a torrent of feathers."No, you won't," I said as I started the healing ritual, righting my spine, mending my kidneys, reforming my lungs, and replacing the damaged tissues in my brain. Then, as I was about to heal him, he opened his eyes."Ughh. Where am I?" It felt like I had slept for eight hours. Except that it was still daylight. Broad, burning daylight. I squinted at the glaring light."Good. You're awake. Don't overwork yourself, you have… a.