You know I’m not entirely human.”“All of Greece knows you’re not entirely human, Darian.” Patrius spoke his name with a quiet clap of both h...nds, capturing the words in his palms as if it were fake and to be discarded. Not entirely incorrect either. “Demigod is the term a lot of people like to throw around.”“Ah, well ... close enough. I escaped my imprisonment, and while I was recovering, the Fates came to me and asked me to help them.”The crowd gasped. Patrius blinked several times. Otrera. Now all I had to do was come up with a costume. At this point all I had were a pair of wings from a costume I had worn a few years ago in a play I did during sorority rush week. The straps had broken off the wings and I would have to be creative to make them work again.I had a white cotton sleeveless dress hanging in the closet. Mark had bought it for me on our trip to California last year. I loved that dress, the neckline was cut perfectly showcasing my ample bosom. I would probably never wear. Finally she was going to leave, she said “I don’t have time, i have to go work in other places “. I couldn’t speak anymore and i said Ok and she left for that day. Next day, she came very early like 8 AM and it was Saturday and no office for me. Since i was living alone, there was nothing much of cleaning to do at home. I gathered more courage since she didn’t react very differently the previous day. The moment she came in, i went and asked her again ” You have time today to do massage ? ” She. Please forgive if any mistakes in the story as this is my first sex story.Let me describe self I am normal guy with 6.3-foot height and 6-inch tool. Let me describe the heroine of the story Mrs. Veena (name changed) she is a sex bomb her stats are 34-30-36. A divorced lady.Sorry story those lambi hai but real story hai islia please aapne feedback likhe meri story pe aur agar koi aunty lady ya girl fun cahati hai ya kisi bhi tarah ka satisfaction cahti hai toh mujhe mail kare pe Now let’s get to.