This was her suggestion as a way for me to tell her that I wanted to "zone out" and neither one of us was to talk. As usual I started out laying face ...down but this time, before she came in, I gave my cock a few tugs and stretched it and got it half hard and then placed it between my legs facing as straight down as possible. This way I thought she just might see it and take the initiative and do something like "accidentally" bump into things. I was right and sure enough when she got to that. A good day to spend in bed, he thought.He walked into Mrs. Winter's house and locked the big oak door behind him. He went into the kitchen and found the coffee and the pot and made some for the both of them. He fixed it all on a tray and walked up the big staircase to bring it to her.When he opened the bedroom door, he saw the bed was empty. He looked about the large room and started to panic. Where could she be? He quickly put the tray down on the dresser. Then noticed the adjoining door to. Joe and his friend held me down in the basement and raped me!” Tears in my eyes as the look of disbelief on the face of my so called best friend tells me she doesn’t believe my story.As if she can’t help but see the bruises all over my arms, the dried cum on and between my thighs or the torn night gown I was wearing when I went to bed.“Okay say I believe you, just how did they find you alone, in the basement dressed only in a nightgown?”How indeed! My mind drifts back over the past two days as. However, it wasn't until months into our relationship that she began to tell me about some of her fantasies which I was more than happy to satisfy an her fantasies tended to the more violent side: choking, bruising, punching, gagging, tying up, humiliation and torture...then there was fisting. Now up to that point I've attempted but never actually fisted a woman and I always backed out once I reached the widest part of my hand, but with my wife I knew she wouldn't mind the pain. The first time.