Emma had been a good girl all her life married her college sweetheart at 20 and he was the only man she had ever been with sexually. They had started ...dating at 18 and she was a virgin. She was crazy about Adam and it only took him six months to get her to let him finger fuck her and two months later they sealed the deal. While she like the attention she was getting from Adam the actual sex was less than exciting. She had never even seen another penis so she thought he was huge and it hurt when. She stared into the man’s glowing yellow eyes, looking from one to the other. She could still flee. He wasn’t holding her down. But the pain in her head, and other parts of her body, was very intense. She could barely lift her arms and had no choice except to release her grip on him. She could flee. Or she could trust him. And he was indeed the reason she had come. She settled back against the cushions he had put around her sometime during her unconsciousness, and stared at him. ‘I know why you. My mother remained perpetually sick with asthama and other problems and was mostly bed ridden. The household work was done by an aged maid servant who used to stay inhouse. We used to call her amma(mother). Amma’s husband was a frail looking man who worked as a gardener cum watchman in a bungalow about three kms from where we stayed. Amma would go to visit her husband on altenate Sundays . I would generally accompany Amma on her visit to her home which was a dark and dingy room which smelt of. Jane started to laugh, but she stifled it. "I really don't know what the fuck to say to you right now Dan"By this point I was trying to work out how I was going to get out of this. "Jane, please don't say anything to anyone about this. I promise I'll do anything for want and I'll never wear them again." I pleaded.Jane sat on the chair opposite staring at me. She started speaking "I mean, i was always suspicious about how my underwear kept moving, I always thought it was mum and dad checking.