It wasn?t long after the beatings and verbal and emotional abuse started that marital rape became my constant nightmare that I couldn?t seem to escape...from. The openness we once shared was shattered time and again after the beatings and hurtful words wasn?t enough to satiate his growing anger. I remember times of laying on the floor, bleeding, broken and bruised and having my clothing ripped from my body and raped, always anally. It took me several more years before I finally said enough and I. She turned and stared directly at Cindy’s tits and Sam holding the left one. “Oh, yeah! Those are some really good tits!” Then she reached out and tweaked Cindy’s right nipple! Cindy squealed a little and smiled. The waitress looked back and me and then Sam. Sam blushed and looked down, but didn’t remove her hand. The waitress then turned to me and said. “You should see my little bitch. She has large double-D tits and I love to make her show them off.”I was a little startled, but I think I. She tossed me one of my pillows saying, “You’re gonna need this.” and giggled. Then she planted her soles on top of my dick and started to slowly rub back and forth. She began to speed it up, rubbing my shaft quickly and then she slowed it down. She slid her left foot down to my balls and pressed down with my nuts under the ball of her feet and her toes. At the same time she began to rub the underside of my cock head with her toes and the ball of her right foot. She was sending me through. Don't judge her too harshly, she's carrying a bigger load than you can imagine."I took my grandfather's words to heart and tried to get on with my life. I started working out again with Stan and Richie, although now that Richie had a license he was a frequent no-show. I talked to Michelle once in a while but I really had to force myself to do it. I was reverting to my old tongue tied self and couldn't seem to stop the skid. School was just a way to fill my days as I went mechanically through.