Eve's Pov

It's been three days since my last encounter with Graham.

I spent hours in the shower, scalding water burning me up as I scrubbed my body harshly like I was trying to wash up the memories of what we did.

It was of no use because that night, and many other nights, were playing in a loop in my head.

Every time I sat down, I felt a sting up my butthole. Reminding me that my daughter's husband's cock had been in me more times than I could count.

This evening was the dreaded dinner. The table was already set, the scent of food enveloping the house.

Rachael...