"Stop with these questions! They don't make any sense!" Winifred snapped, growing frustrated with Arthur's relentless interrogation.

"I won't stop until you answer each one. Was he well-endowed or not?" Arthur persisted, tightening his grip on her cheeks and curling his fingers into her hair. He continued his barrage of inquiries, “Did he stretch you out, sugar? Did you like it so much?"

Winifred was confused. She looked like she had no idea what was happening. She couldn't understand why he was asking all these questions. All she knew was that she was flushed, shaking and quivering. Everything inside of her was in chaos. The pounding of her heart, all...