Say something wrong and our relationship would go into the toilet. Say nothing and suffer with my thoughts.I did voice my concerns about our sex life ...and she said that she was sorry, that pressures at work were stressing her, but she would try and do better. Things did improve a little; we did move up to three and sometimes four times a week, but I could tell when she was doing it that it was only to placate me and not because she wanted it. That isn't what I wanted so I stopped pushing for sex. I opened the pack and handed mom a bottle of water for us to share and she had bought several premade sandwiches. We sat and the sunlight dried our bodies as we ate lunch. We sat and talked and there was no feelings of anything, but honest conversations. We talked about the way her friends wanted me and the best way for me to date girls my own age and still give them pleasure. Even as we talked about sex and being nude it was not titillating, but of sharing our thoughts for the future. The. . She cried. Main tujhe rape karunga haramjadi i said. And lifted her on my arms. I ttok her to the bed and made her lay. Nahinsaheb jaane do na sha said. But i knew she was liking it. I orderd her to spread her hands. She did not move. So i slapped her boob hard .. Faila hath harajadi i said. She immediately obeyed. Then i ordered her to remove the blouse. She did it reluctantly. Her boobs were in full sight. I held the boobs and sqeezed. She cried in pain. Then i removed her sari slapping her. "I want you to take off my bra with your teeth," she says and her blouse is off, so I nuzzle around her shoulders and get a good grip on her bra strap and gave it a good tug. I have gotten that strap down to her elbow then I go to work on the other strap and do likewise. Once Greta has her hands out from under the straps, she puts her hands up like she was under arrest and I grab the bra with my teeth and pull it up over her head.Greta's aureolae are large and her nipples are about a half-inch.