I would tell her in the morning that I wanted never to repeat what happened last night.“Just wait baby now you're going to learn how to swallow a b...g cock.” Again she laughed. Her deviant smile along with that sinister laugh will haunt me forever! Oh god!She couldn't be serious, she wouldn’t put that thing in my mouth after violating my ass with it. Would she? Ok she will wash it in soap and water, I just know it. I thought. How very wrong that assumption was. The gag was removed, but. Prior to the hunting trip I can honestly say that Isabeau never apologized for anything she said or did to me. Ivan often did, but that was mostly under threat of death or worse from my mother. Isabeau, I don't think, ever considered me a real person, worthy of her compassion or personal interest, unless I could satisfy some momentary desire to hurt or torment.But that changed abruptly two days after the trip.I had jumped out of the truck as soon as it came to a stop in front of our garage and. I lean to my beside table and open the first drawer. I feel around for my vibrator and after a couple seconds I find the rubbery material and grab it. I lay myself back on the bed and glance over to see if my husband is still sleeping. Luckily he is. I set my blue rubber vibrator with a little butterfly at the end for my clit, beside me. I once again grab my swollen rock hard tits and pull at my nipples. I lift one of my breasts to my mouth and suck on my own nipple. “Oh my god…” I silently. She could feel the blood of her virginity and wounds trickling down her leg when he lifted it over his shoulder and started a rapid slamming movement again. He kept spitting on her pussy and face. He slapped her chest and ass and back. She had lost her will to fight and just lay there, praying in her heart that he would finish and leave soon. He didn't. He got bored of the way he was pinning her and flipped her body over. She had a sweet little ass he pinched and slapped repeatedly,.