Closing the drawer of her make-up table, she noticed the tube of KY jelly Stella had packed with her wedding gown. Surely Richie wouldn’t...? No, of course not. However, after the guests were gone, he would take her in the way he liked and he would want her as soon as the front door closed behind them. There might not be time to prepare herself. She unbuttoned her skirt, lifted it and, bending over, applied the jelly to her anus. The touch of her fingers against that sensitive spot excited her, but the thought of Richie’s c**k entering her there caused her legs to tremble as the fear and dread of him washed over her.
She held tightly to the table and felt again the searing pain and the absolute humiliation of opening herself to him in that way. She imagined herself on her knees with her
