Her efforts were in vain, I was determined to tease this minx as she had teased me at dinner. Ever so slowly, I pulled the thong to the side and slid... my finger down the valley that separated her butt cheeks. Sinking deeper as I inched closer to her brown hole, I felt her wetness soak my slacks with her maiden oil. My finger reached her backdoor and when she felt the tip of my finger touched, a loud moan filled the room. I circled the puckered hole several times and her moaning became louder.. She screamed for all she was worth. ?Help me!? she shrieked, putting all her strength into her voice. ?Help me please! Help me! Please!?The man was up like a shot, dropping the radio and running to her. He quickly and roughly clamped his hand over her mouth. She tried to scream through it until he pinched her nose shut as well. At once her air ran out. She jerked and struggled, but couldn’t open an airway to her lungs. They burned. But the voices – there were at least two of them – were rushing. I had great sex with him before we married and love was blinding me. I had sex with several guys before I met my ex and felt very free with them. I enjoyed discovering my sexuality. I liked men and I trusted them, so I didn't fear getting married. About a week after we got married, my ex started to abuse and humiliate me. A few months into our marriage I found the courage to demand him to learn to behave himself and treat me like a wife, a lover, a friend and a partner. He got furious and hit. Her fingers thrust into her moist vagina. "Oh, no. Don't do this. Don't stop now. Take me. Take me now! Please. Oh, please." Her fingers keep working and her head whips from side to side as she gasps for release. I lean forward and grasp her panties. Roughly, I tear them from her. She gasps, but her hand never leaves her slit. Her fingers are buried in her flowing crotch. Her moans are continuous now. I raise my hips above hers, supporting myself.