She knew that she was going to get raped, and that should not make her feel all tingly. She wondered if it could be better than having regular sex, wh...at with the hightened emotion and all of the uncertainty. Her body certainly thought so. Juice was rolling out of her gaping vagina. It was embarrassing, her body obviously wanted to be raped.Her tormentor climbed on top of her with his knees between her legs. The woman shoved the bed’s unused pillow under Jamie’s ass, and then played roughly with. He took his cock almost all the way out before plunging it back inside me." Oh God Debbie." Mat panted."He pulled all the way out then turned me around. He said he wanted to see my face as he fucked me." I leaned back over the car, my legs wide for him. He undid my top and let my boobs out. I loved the feeling of the cool night air on my nipples. You know how hard they get Mat. His soft hands were all over them. I begged him to fuck me Mat. I was such a slut. I reached for his cock and put it. Tell me you weren’t aware of what the other guys thought of you. That deep down it didn’t matter to you that everyone thought of you as a sex god.”My sheepish grin said it all. “So what about you? What was tonight about for you?”Her eyes widened and she said, “You have to ask?”I nodded. “Getting your Paul Robert—”“No!” She slapped my arm playfully. “Okay, maybe. A little. But only because it was a way to prove that sex could be good, you know. That it could feel good for me.” She shook her. It was as though he was filthy or some kind of a leper, and it shattered his heart when he saw Katrina and Peter in bed. That was really the final blow to his already low self-esteem. Barely two years into her marriage, he heard from Robert that Katrina had gone into a private hospital for attempted suicide. Sometimes he wanted to call her to ask if she was happy with Peter but then he realized she was no longer his concern. She belonged with Peter not him anymore. He never held any real grudge.