?INR: I hope you'll enjoy giving me what I need.? It wasn't the ?what I need? part that intrigued me – she never gets tired of telling me what I nee...d to do for her – it was the word ?enjoy? that caught my eye. She never before suggested that I might enjoy doing what she demanded. Had her mind finally jumped the tracks or what?I opened the email. The further I read, the more mystified I felt. It said:Dear Pete:Don't ask me why, but tonight I need to be raped. That's right, raped. Sexually used. This takes me back to when I was a virgin, around 19 years old at that time. I was in my first relationship. My sister has a very close friend, Vartika, who often comes to our place and stays over. We three, me, my sister, and Vartika, chill together and party.While partying, my sister told Vartika that I am finally in a relationship and spend a lot of time with her. We were drinking and enjoying ourselves at the time. We were a bit drunk.So Vartika, in a joking way, says, “Jab bhi sex karega,. I did manage to nod several times. I was awash in waves of lust so powerful that they wiped out my ability to reason. I've heard of that happening, but I never believed it.Someone handed me my broken and forgotten camera, while I stood there staring at him. "Uh sorry, for uhm bumping into you," I muttered."No harm done," he said. "Do you work here?" Uhm, I'm here with my ... uh husband," I blurted out. "Uhm ... him." I pointed at the stage nervously."Ohh!" he said. "Terry Stevens. The wonder. Our butts wiggled, our faces hot in the warm sun. I felt a bead of my pussy juices trickling down my thighs. That was how wet I was. I wanted Daddy to fall to his knees and rip down my shorts. To ram his cock into my pussy. Right here. In the open. I didn't care about anything else. I bit my lip. I groaned, the rapture surging through my body.It was incredible.A heat that would have me exploding in ecstasy. My pussy clenched, the heat rushing through my body. I wanted to masturbate. To just rub.