There's nothing worse for a female that to be raped but in Tanya's case, this was way beyond rape. I laid down beside her on top of the bed and she wo...e up with a start every few minutes all night. At dawn, I made toast and coffee forcing her to eat one slice of toast, she had to get something in her tummy. "I thought I was going to die there, how did you find me?" The tears coming again. "I used tha same tactics they teach, by others when the law puts aside when they want someone! Monet or. ..”I can tell. I slide a hand down to gauge the lump that’s pressing against me. He shudders and I have an avalanche of thoughts. First, what I do here seriously affects MY Bob. Second ... not having any experiences or previous knowledge other than snatches of overheard conversations, how BIG is normal? Is HE normal? Am I normal? I know about hymens and my own is pretty much gone – tampons, the occasional finger or two or three (mine) and an active lifestyle, but still, it’s the first time. Is. What you said about submissive is right, up to a point. The trouble with labels is they only tell half the story. At first, after Jack died I was terrified. I had no idea what to do. I had the life insurance, I had the house, I was careful.“Six months on and nothing was my fault unless I wanted it to be. It was a revelation. I don’t know where the idea came from but I started to experiment. I tried being the grieving widow, but that was boring. I tried all sorts of things and woke up one day. He forced himself to concentrate, wanting to commit every part of her, of this, to memory if tonight was to be his only opportunity. Her breasts were round and full, large but balanced perfectly by the flare of her hips. He moved his hands over them languidly, brushing his thumbs across her nipples, which were already puckered as if standing at attention. She gasped and arched her back. He couldn’t resist the invitation and dropped his head quickly, running his tongue over the top of her.