Vera was making sure that the Sunday lunch and afternoon visits were organised. Glad not to have to try any more. Shaking hands, being kissed, suddenl... felt very flat. Just R and me in the lodge.I suddenly realised that my day was just starting - not finishing. Collected my things from the library and walked back to R's holding hands. Sun shining on us - lunched on last night's leftovers on the lawn, laying on the grass. Slept - full of food and wine. Woke alone and went to find R working in. As I laid there I tensed up unable to protest or move. Now I could answer the question many men ask about rape victims WHY DONT THEY FIGHT? Its a sense of helplessness pure and simple. Here was an alpha male towering over me about to fuck me and I couldnt do anything. Push your asshole out like youre going on the toilet. As I followed his instructions he slipped the head of his cock in my ass. I thought it was going to hurt more. There was an intense burning sensation but no pain. He spit on. As I walked in, I remember back to when Becky had given some old clothes to my wife for donation and inside was two pairs of her sheer thong panties. One pair was still crusty from her juicy pussy. Becky knew of my panty fettish from chats with my wife, so I couldn’t help but wonder if that was on purpose. But, we didn’t ask. However, later that week, I some how managed too get my wife too wear a pair of Beckys panties one night before I fucked her. I had the hardest cock ever. I tried to scream but the man’s mouth covered mine and despite my efforts I felt his hands on my bare skin . He was a big man and I was only tiny so before long he had managed to remove the top half of my clothing, exposing my tiny breasts. His hands squeezed my nipples and I thought I would die from the pain. His was thrusting his fully clothed pelvis into me and he continued pushing his tongue in and out of my mouth and mauling by breasts.My terror continued as one of his hands worked on.