She had never anticipated that she would like being f****d so much. Even now, she enjoyed the sound of the term. It lacked any airs of superiority or euphemism and had a down-to-earth quality. Undoubtedly, the very first encounter with Richard had been a dreadful, nerve-wracking, and excruciating event. And even before that, before she had been their prisoner, her mother had given her some ominous hints that s*x was something that should be endured; it was a chore, and it was most definitely not a joy. This was before her daughter had become their captive. Martha was positive that her mother had absolutely no comprehension of the concept of o******x since she never brought it up. And the idea of having s*x for pleasure, particularly for the pleasure of the woman, was completely foreign to
