Then, inevitably, they would make some sort of awkward move to feel me up or kiss or touch me in a way that made me uncomfortable. I would stop and t...ey’d accuse me of being a tease or a slut, and I would cry over the ruins of our broken affection.I thought maybe the problem was with me. I even went to see a psychiatrist that said I suffered from “low libido". She recommended that I masturbate, read erotic fiction, and watch dirty movies. I took her advice. I did all of these things. My. If you start it and I am there I might decide to join in but the decision has to be mine and she has to show me that it is her idea. Is that OK?”“Yep, now roll over here and fuck this dripping pussy of mine. I don’t want to have to masturbate like I have been for the last two weeks. If you try hard enough you might even get me pregnant. At least you can try.”“You’re not ovulating till the weekend but I’ll try as hard as I can.”“Wednesday actually, it’s in two days’ time. Marg ovulates on. "Perfect," Josh said cheekily.We walked back to the fitting room with my head hung low.I tried on another top. A tank top that seemed to show off way too much cleavage. He tested it by easily pulling my boobs out from the top and nodded approvingly.I awkwardly stuffed my boobs back in and grabbed the skirt on the hook. "Nah ah ah", Josh teased.I felt him his hook his fingers on either side of my panties and braced myself as he yanked them down.I shuddered as he rubbed my clit."Why do you say no. I know you’re here, you whore. I know you’re fucking him. Goddammit, where the fuck are you?’ More crunching glass, heavy footsteps. I couldn’t see what James was doing as I squeezed myself under the bed, taking the phone with me. The operator was asking another question, I couldn’t hear what. I saw James’ feet, braced like a batter ready for a ball. The footsteps hesitated, then came down the hall. I watched as James’ feet twisted, heard his grunt, heard a sick thump, then a deafening shot..