CHAPTER TWELVE
I’m in the bed I’ve used since I arrived at Breckenhurst. First, I collapsed into the old mattress and fainted for a brief time. I believe Hurst left me here to recover, which is all my sore and beleaguered body can do.
All too soon, however, two pairs of hands turn me from my side to my hands and knees, from the middle of the mattress to the end of the bed. It’s Hurst fondling my ass; that I can take. But I see that a naked, hard-bodied Nick Turner is climbing on the bed in front of me. He’s as tight and lean as he was when I married him – as hard and cruel. But I face his erect c**k, and suddenly my mouth salivates like Pavlov’s dog. If I could suck it just once, that would be better, maybe. Get me used to him again; break me in easy. But once the man is on his back and
