”“You claim that he made abusive statements, did those start then?”“Oh, no. Those had started a couple of years earlier. They just became more...intense after that party. In hindsight, I think that might have been when he wanted me to harm myself.”“Can you cite a specific occurrence or are we left to use our imaginations to conjure up what MIGHT have occurred.”“Certainly,” Joan responded. “On Friday, September 14, 2015, I got a several texts from my husband. One asked whether I had done anything. I started riding him, and felt something warm and slippery tickling my asshole. Dan had poured lube down on my asshole, and had slipped his finger into my asshole and began to stretch me to prepare me for his cock. Rob’s cock was taking up every inch of my pussy, so that when Dan was done stretching me and starting to enter my ass, I almost didn’t notice. The pleasurable pain was so evenly spread through my little fuck holes, and I was getting off so hard, it felt so good. Dan began thrusting. I looked down at my little cock, half hard from excitement and halfsoft from nervousness, and I opened the felt bag holding the metal cageand key and I opened the cage, fitting the ring around my balls. It wastoo big. I shook the bag, and more rings fell out. I took the smallerone, and fit it into the device, and tried it. Oh wow, it's tight, butI like it, i need it. "Lock up, whore," I heard the voice in my headsay, and I did. Pushing my - well, it's a clitty now - my clitty intothe metal. She seemed to know what I was thinking and took it from me, drinking it down quickly. Then another. Then a third. “Now we wait,” I said, taking her by the hand and leading her upstairs to the bedroom. We fell onto the bed and within moments were both naked. I felt my erection growing as I ran my hands over her back, her lips were nuzzled into my neck. I slid my palm between her legs, cupping her labia in my hand as she moaned into my ear. I could feel her wetness on my fingers as I played with.