<strong>"My husband...he's not....my gens-I-I-I-I-Iiiiiiaaayyyyyyghghhk!" </strong>She writhed on his fingers as  he forced her first orgasm upon her, ripping through her body with the speed and force of a wildfire, leaving what remained scorched and tingling with lust. She whimpered pitifully, but dared not move. Something very deep in her soul told her now she was not to act except at this man's pleasure, not to take initiative that would displease him or act against his interests.<br/><br/><strong>"I-I feel strange, I don't...never that fast..."</strong>