Something else, something more than just grief.” She shrugged and sat back. “I don’t know. It’s a very weird relationship. I’m happy to be i... it, but yeah, very weird.”Natasha absorbed, and did her best to not let Samantha realize she was saying very important information. No one knew much about Jacob. Even Antoinette said the man was a mystery, and she knew him better than anyone. Which might have meant that Antoinette let the man date her childe, because she saw it as a way to learn more. He fucked my navel. Now he kept his penis into my vagina. As it was not used by anyone, it was very tight. He tried very hard and it was very much painful. With lot of effort he came in. I can’t bear the pain and I was screaming louder and louder I can. He slowly started fucking my tight pussy, and I was feeling pain and pleasure at the same moment. His hands were not ideal and were fondling my big breasts and he was kissing my lips vigor and like an animal he was licking my lips.We fucked like. .so on our way to lunch she gave me back my jacket and tells me thanks and kiss me on the cheeks and we started walking to the cafeteria and talked and i told her she deserve better and i told her how i feel about her, she was a little shocked and said she had a thing for me, we went back to the training room and no one was there and we started kissing after that day we started to text and many long hours on the phone,she also hid from her husband to talk to me,and also had to clear her message. She felt ashamed that she had enjoyed it. Some part of Angela craved the domination. The bondage and feeling of helplessness only heightened the sensation for her. I don't believe she enjoyed the torture, especially considering the extent of the damage, but on some level, a part of her had not only enjoyed it, but really gotten off on it, and the guilt was slowly killing her.Okay, so now I knew what the problem was, so what do I do now? As I said, there had to be more to it than just knowing.