In the morning things got weird when he talked about "satisfying his needs". I can't even bring myself to call him father in law anymore. I knew something was fishy when he talked about it because that was not his usual character. I was taken by surprise with that kind of question but I thought maybe it's normal for an old age. The whole day I tried to act normal and to make things less weird I did try to make conversations. But I think that only gave him more courage to do what he did.
I think my final mistake was going to his room at that time to "help him out". Now that I think about it I shouldn't have tried to help out in such a thing! But he suggested that I make him feel nice?! How dare he? I swear if he didn't have anything against me then I would have stormed out of that room. But the way he put things in front of me I became scared. A woman without a degree... the only thing I have is my reputation and my husband's reputation attached to it. If there was even an ounce of truth in his words then I would be damned! So I had to do what he said. But I was too stiff.
It was too disgusting what he was doing to me. The way he pumped my breasts and forced me to kiss him were disgusting. Every single thing he was doing was disgusting me... until the point he put his face close to my crotch. Now I'm disgusted with myself. How could I even get aroused with it at that time? Maybe because I'm a human being after all. I was all rigid and stiff before that but when I felt his breath on my naked crotch I felt light-headed. It must have been due to the conflict in my mind. I was trying my best to look uninterested and sincerely disgusted but my body was betraying me. Is there any woman who wouldn't feel the same or am I the only one who has fallen that low. His breath was one thing his tongue was another. His tongue seemed to move in a way as if it knew me so well. It pushed all the right buttons. I hope he didn't notice the rhythmic sway of my hips which I was so desperately trying to suppress.
At that time there were only two things running in my mind in spite of my arousal. I wanted to make sure that this would be the last time. For that I needed to destroy anything he had against me. I figured out that the only way he could have seen me naked in the bathroom in such details would be if he had done something in the leisure room. He spends an awful lot time there and is very secretive about it. Nobody has a key to that locked door. Probably the whirring noises I hear while bathing are not from the geyser but from some sort of machine in that room. I decided that I'd check it out after this is over.
The second thing I would have to do is to discourage him from doing this ever again. I thought for a moment that if I show him some emotional side then he'd feel bad about himself and give it up, but there's no guarantee of that because he has fallen to this extent! So I would have to establish a power of dominance.
By the time these thoughts were running in my mind he was preparing to put his penis in me. The moment his penis head entered my vaginal lips I realized that it was bigger than my husband's. It was a serious thing because a bigger penis might feel better and I was already aroused. I think in his excitement he didn't notice that I was wet. If he had noticed that he could have used it against me and I wouldn't stand a chance at power play.
