I put my arm round her, but she shrugged it off.“Ok,” I said, my annoyance showing, “I don’t agree that my letters were cold and cruel. So I�...�ll get up the copies and you can show me.”I hit the keys.“The first one was handwritten, so it’s scanned, but readable.” I explained. I displayed it and she read it.“Mum didn’t get this letter,” she said.“I sent it.” My reply was a challenge. She said nothing.“Ok,” I went on, “here are the rest. Now you tell me where I’ve been cruel and cold. Don’t hold. It's maybe strange but... like... I thought Joe was doing it to you... cheating... and now I know he wasn't. But he's a great lover... you'd enjoy it with him. If you want to... and if he'll do it... maybe next weekend we can have a therapy session."Oh Val! I couldn't? He's your husband? And besides, he probably doesn't even want to do it with me... not when he has a beautiful woman like you... a woman with breasts who he can make love to." He wants you, Irene. I can see it in his eyes. You. I turned and ran from the house like some one was chasing me. So when I was sexually assaulted by three guys my mind went into a depressingly downward spiral. I was too ashamed to report what had happen since I was skipping class and had voluntarily joined in with them as they ran past me, I was dumbfounded as to what to do. To make matters worst the next time that they did the same thing I still did not report them and after that they used me as their fuck toy when ever and shared me with. Nobody could see the sad confused tears under the masks. Each day a different dildo arrangement was conjured up. The only consistence being that Vee could not achieve a single satisfactory orgasm whilst Jenny was forced to endure orgasm after orgasm as a girl. For the whole week they had thus remained locked together. Unable to talk, quacking or grunting or barking with every heavy breath- their lips almost touching except for the little animal caller between them. Thus held tantalisingly.