Rich had pressed his cheek against hers to listen, but had apparently given up on trying to hear and was instead leaning back and watching her express...on."He said that ... and forgive me if this sounds crazy, you know how teenaged boys are ... he said that you were his ... his girlfriend?"Lily had previously thought she'd reached her blush limit, but Rich watched as she reached new heights. He thought she was going to faint. "I ... I..." she started to stammer, but had no voice. "You ... it's. She’d started out envisioning our standard cuckold situation with him—she’d be fawned over, the Bull would fuck her for hours while I watched or played a partial role in helping them out when asked, and them at the end I’d get permission to jerk off.But a couple weeks after we met, our new Bull reached out to me on social media and started asking about more detailed scenarios, what else I was into, if I liked watching more or if I wanted to participate more.At first I thought this was kind of. We started making out again and he pulled over my undies and started feeling around my vagina. he tickled my clit a little bit and pulled on it. i lyked this. alot and without meaning to i grabbed his hand and directed it towards the hole. he gently pushed his middle finger inside me and moved it around a little bit. i was becomming very wet and he pulled it back, before pushing it in again. he started slowly and his spead increased while he fingered me. i had noticed that he had an erection. i. We couldn’t understand how anyone could stay with someone who hits them. None of us said, quite, that they had themselves to blame, but we almost said it But there I was. After a year of forgiving him and taking him back. With a shiner the size of a frying pan and nowhere to go. I, who had always seen me as a strong, confident woman. Well educated, smart. I was a teacher, never had a problem keeping order in class. Loving parents. Lots of friends. Happy enough with the way I look. I shouldn’t.