And then...giving a blowjob on face time...oh what a fucking god damned awful mess....She was sitting at her kitchen table when her charging phone bee...ed into life. She looked at it and there were two messages and a voice mail. The first message was from Rob and all it had on was a question mark. The second message was from an unknown number and it was a picture message. When she opened the file she saw the image of her own face, smiling, with a fat cock jammed nearly fully into her mouth. A. She tried to move her feet but Dan was quick to grab her ankles and hold her little feet steady. Dan kept thrusting his big hard cock between my wife's feet and I could tell he was close go cumming - so was I!I heard some light talking coming from the room but couldn't quite make out what it was. I listened closer and looked up towards my wife's head and could see she was holding her head up with her left hand and actually watching Dan fuck her feet! She was the one talking! Then she whispered. She was obviously on something, pretty far gone — who knows what? Who cares? I took her hand from the back of the blonde’s head and slowly led it to my upright cock, still staring into her eyes which widened as she understood what I wanted. Grasping the shaft of my dick, she began slowly stroking in time with the blonde’s tongue. Oh! Lubbock is much nicer than it used to be, dry prairie with drier people. We stood there all in a tangle, in the dark corner. Somehow the blonde became aware of me. "He said..." and she realized that it wouldn't make sense without a long explanation. And she didn't feel like explaining to the general public the flash of panic that reminded her of the rapist.Then she remembered. Everything. She remembered the feeling of the loss of her virginity – the first rape. She was partially awake. He entered her while she was still dry. He didn't care. It hurt. A lot. She must have bled. He ripped her apart as he drove his penis into her.In an instant she remembered.