"I've always wanted to beat a fuckin' white cunt" she said to me as she moved up next to my face. "You won't mind if I beat your fuckin' cunt and tit... will you, you fuckin' white piece of shit" she said to me. I couldn't answer and with that she stepped back a bit and for the next several minutes went from slapping and beating my tits to kicking and kneeing my cunt until I was in tears and barely able to stand up. While this was going on, the three men decided to have their own fun and Joe. Once I opened my eye I saw my husband. He was still wearing his underwear , he had a muscular body any girl would die for. I started admiring him and suddenly he roughly turned me over gave a tingling slap on my bum that hurt and left a red mark and started unzipping my choli . Made me sit up and started pulling my choli over my head.I voluntarily raised my hands and my choli joined my ghagra on the chari. I was now only in my white bra and panty. Next he started kissing me and i put my hands. When I got home mom was waiting "Dr. Price's office called about yourblood work, we have an appointment with him at five o'clock" "Ok mommaybe he found something out to help me" of course inside I didn't wanthelp to make me a normal boy again and although I probably should havestopped, I was still wearing the patches everyday.On the way to the doctor mom was happy to hear I had no issues with mybra at school and no one said anything, "I hope everything's ok, for thedoctor to want us to come in. "Of course as your father I'm supposed to tell you that it's always for release so maybe you won't believe me but at this age that's what it is 99 times out of 100. But ... that 100th time well maybe then it's real. But if it is real then there will be a connection, a wholeness. You will both make each other happy."I leave unspoken my own sexual history before getting married. I could recall a number of quick 'releases' of my own with no relationship to get in the way. It's different when it's.