Its one of the things I struggle with most. Professional mental health people tell me over and over that it wasnt my fault but I carry so much guilt f...r the times I would go to him and seduce my way into his attention. If you have ever have wondered about the mental anguish and pain regarding rape I can tell you from my own experience that I feel so much less guilt from the times in my life when a man would force himself on me, and hit me, and restrain me and force sex on my body. I do not. My clit protruded from my pussy, sticking out like a volunteer."Oh Aimee, you are beautiful," she sighed softly as she lowered her head to lick me. She ran her tongue gently over my clit, teasing it, circling it like a predator, hunting it. She licked my lips, first the outer ones, making me ache with want, and then dipping into the inner ones, gently prying my pussy open, spreading me with lip and tongue, reaching into me with her wet, teasing tongue. She built me up slowly, me holding her. Fir vo boli pls raj ab nahi meri or takat nahi hi please me ne kha aree chdai jitney jyada ho utna maza aata he nd next chudai me utna he maza aata he dear fir vo bolo ok ye sab to tumri hi to milkat he me uske boobs ko chsne laga thodi der baad mene use land ki tarf ishra kiya nd vo usko chsne lagi mene kha mee aaj tumhri gand marna chat hu vo zat se land Ko bhar nikala nd bolo nahi Raj aree tum chut me ddal ki ya haal kar dete ho gand me daloge tab kya hoga mera me to mar hi javungi ndsayad. When Ruth would feel guilty about what she was doing, she had only to remind herself that Elizabeth seemed near death half the time and the only time she was alive was when she had a man with her. Ruth had to lead her from one place to another, had to force her to eat and do other things to keep herself clean. It was only when Elizabeth was being fucked that she was happy. Then she was alive. Then she was happy. Then she would smile. Her white arms and legs would encircle some dirty,.