I'm glad I have my pillow so I can cry loudly into it and it muffles my sounds.My butt is slapped. "Hey, I asked you how old you were when you lost yo...r virginity."I didn't hear the first time he asked. I sputter out, "16." Was it good?" It was okay," I croak. I really don't want to talk about my first time having sex with my rapist.His penis slowly moves back and forth never coming all the way out except once accidentally. He just slipped back into me easily. This slow motion feels like it. She took it as an invitation into the room, her hands outstretched towards me, as though trying to calm me—as though I, her husband, was one of her patients! She continued moving towards me like Cruella de Vil cornering a helpless Dalmatian. ‘I know where you were!’ I told her, as she took another step closer. ‘I know where you go—to that bar. I know you go with him. I know what you do!’ ‘John, you need to put the matches down and we can talk,’ she spoke again and took a few more steps towards. It hurt like hell! But we weren't doing this for my enjoyment. Mindful of the time constraints I started working furiously on his cock, trying to get him to cum before we got to the Porter's house. He had to help me again on the next stroke, if you can call what he did help. But I started to get the hang of it.After a few minutes of sliding my mouth all the way up and down his hard cock he said, "Use your fingers to tease my balls while you suck my cock, bitch. I like that."I slid a hand up. ”“This is all you’re good for - pleasing men’s cocks.”“You’re a collection of holes, a piece of fuckmeat.”Then he had her recite for him. “Say sorry.”“What?” had been her only reply. He had unpinned one of her hands and used that free hand to slap her again. He had been so strong, and the pain had been excruciating. That’s when she started crying. Heart wracking sobs caused her chest to heave and a pathetic sound to join the orchestra of the bed creaking in time to the man’s thrusts. “Say.