Like me, she was a Syrian Armenian, a minority population. When I was pregnant with Edvard, my twenty-year-old son, my husband and I came to the U.S. ...as refugees.I stepped into the straps. I shivered as my husband lifted it up my leg. He wanted to deflower our daughter. He was working up the courage to molest her. Now I would enjoy everything he wanted from Anahit.And Anahit would beg me to do it.I glanced at my daughter, her pale, flushed body sitting on the dining room table. Her older. On one evening we were together Judy talked at greatlength about an experience she had had with another ofour friends – Linda, and about how women give pleasureto each other. Again Mandy became very embarrassed asJudy talked, but it was also clear from her squirmingthat she found even that image arousing.***It was the day after Lauren’s 16th birthday that Mandycame around again, chatting. It was Judy who this timebrought the subject up. “Mandy,” she said in. The end. Fini."I sat up and started to speak. She came at me wagging her finger."You say one fucking word ...," she said as she closed the distancebetween us. When she was two feet away she spit in my face and kicked mein the groin. She turned and left and as the door closed behind her shelaughed and spat out one last insult, "So long asshole sucker."------I have written this as a cautionary tale. I was lucky. You might not beso lucky. Sometimes what you get is not what you really want, even. As soon as I enter her she lets out a little moan. I start going in and out very slowly, letting her feel the fullness. As I am watching her in the dim light from the laptop with her eyes closed. I can tell she is thinking of something. I am not sure if it is one of the videos we just watched or something else. Side note - This may sound strange to some of you but my wife and I are very spiritual and believe faith and sex can go hand and hand. We also believe everyone has different gifts and.