‘What the HELL is going on with you?’ I demanded. She shook loose. ‘You ever touch me again and I’ll kill you,’ she said, through slitted ey...es. ‘Constance! What in the HELL is wrong with you? This is our honeymoon!’ I was mad and getting madder. ‘You raped me,’ she hissed. ‘You took that… that THING, and rammed it into me. I thought I’d died,’ she said. ‘But you KNEW first-time sex was supposed to be painful. I mean, didn’t you?’ ‘My mother told me it would hurt, but that was rape,’ she. ”The one with her hand on me was gentle and she continued to slide her fingers in my butt crack. I kept thinking I hoped I had washed good in the shower before coming to Siza’s. This person wasn’t shy about groping me as if she had some sense of ownership.Siza was holding my head and I wasn’t fighting her. She told me to be gentle as I tried to look up and nod. I became aware of I think two more people standing over us as Siza told them to make themselves comfortable while she taught me my. Going up in the elevator, I resisted the temptation to read what was on the piece of paper but as soon as we got in our room, I went straight to the bathroom to read it; nervously I unfolded it, and read "Pool. Twelfth floor 11.30 tonight ‘Damn cheek,’ I though. I started to feel a little annoyed, what did he think I was, was going through my mind. However, I will admit a tinge of excitement was also there. I flushed the piece of paper away. Went back in to the room and jumped into bed, hubby. Which were the first ones I found in the laundry.) I then asked her if they had been together again after that, but she quickly denied that, saying she felt too guilty to do it again. (I knew right away that was a lie...he's been fucking her at least once/twice a week ever since.) I was happy that she finally admitted *something* and tried to be reassuring. (I was hard as a rock at that point, but my wife was acting very vulnerable right then, so I suppressed my libido and just held her. We.