I threw a look behind me, saw an arc of blood splattered across the ground.And nothing else.A deep voice rumbled with a cruel laugh.I ripped my short ...word from its sheath, the muscles in my back burning. I hissed agony through my teeth as I raised my weapon in a stance, my heart thudding. Heavy footsteps crunched around me, armor jingling.Kora FalkI shoved my head out of the tent, finally untangled from Zanyia. It had shocked me realizing I sixty-nined with the lamia sex slave instead of. I know the first question you have in your mind seeing a multi-part story with an episode number higher than 10. You may wonder/guess, “What is there to tell a sex story with 13+ parts? Maybe in each episode male character will fuck one girl. Otherwise in each episode male character will fuck a girl in a different environment like pool, bed, bath, etc.”This is not that type of story, this is like a novel which has all the ingredients like a strong addictive storyline, conversations, emotions,. “Okay?” I said.“Lee, I need to ask you for a divorce,” she said, and she leaned back in the seat at the table we were sitting at and looked to be about to cry.“Wha... ?” I said.“Lee, I’ve met a man, and we’re in love, and we are pregnant him and me. I’ve already moved my stuff out. I will be asking for nothing in the divorce. Well, except for your understanding and forgiveness. I owe you mister, and in the future...” she stopped talking. She suddenly stood, tendered me a sympathetic glance, and. Against my better judgment, I allowed Alan to take me shopping where he bought me a tight, black, mini-skirt and a fancy white, practically see-through blouse. He also insisted on buying sheer, black-seamed stockings, tiny black briefs, and one of those fancy black garter belts. Then it was off to buy a pair of four inch, stiletto-heeled shoes. To complete the preparations, Alan stopped at the drugstore and bought a pack of condoms.On the way home, Alan told me that he’d overheard Jamal.