My father-in-law suddenly returned from abroad, so I was asked to clean his house in place of my husband. When I met him for the first time, I was shocked by how vigorous and commanding he was—nothing like my husband—and his presence made me acutely aware of the coldness in our marriage. Without warning, he launched a sudden assault. He brutally forced his way deep into my throat over and over, and though I held back tears and desperately pleaded for help, pleasure gradually began to rise from within the pain, spreading heat through my body. My first intimate encounter with my father-in-law led to an experience far deeper and more shocking than I could have ever imagined.