"He simply pulled my hair, and forced meto do it, I didn't want to, but he forced it in my mouth." How did it feel?" Katherine inquired, she knew, but...custom expected herto ask such intimate probing questions of the new bride."Violated," Isabella replied. And it was huge."I understand it does feel violating," Katherine agreed, looking atJose. "You remember Marcus last year and I told you all he forced me.I remember how you reacted as if it was not a big deal. But I could seein your eyes that. “Oh,” she whispered.With the garment gone, she wrapped her arms around my head again. I opened my eyes and looked down at her lovely, young bosom, arcing out from her chest, coming to hard little points.My fingers flitted down her arms, across her sensitive armpits, down her sides and eventually around to her belly in front. I rested my hands flat against her tummy for a moment, then slid them up, very lightly cupping her breasts from below, and finally up and over her nipples.“Ahhh!” she. But that’s not enough. He wants more – your pussy! He pushes you face down onto the bed and takes you from behind.” At about this time in the story, my husband would invite his friend, our big black dildo, to finish me off. Not only was it long, it was very thick!! That was much different than my husband who was about 5” long and of average width. “He pushes his dick into you. After thrusting hard he grabs your hips hard, holds you, grunts, and you know that he is breeding you with his cum.” . For the first time Iwore my all-in-one foundation. I wanted to be firmly controlled as Iaccepted the curlers. Panty hose, three inch black patent pumps, a softpink man-tailored front button sateen blouse over a box-pleated pale greyknee length skirt. Minimal accessories and minimal make up and I wasready to be tortured and cooked in the name of womanhood.Just as I was walking out the door to go to the salon, the phone rang. Itwas Jacque wanting to know if we could get together as he had traded.