”“Not when you have to… it’s more like doing your chores then,” and then he added, “Plus, this will be the fourth time today, so it’s ge...ting sore and it takes a lot longer to, you know… finish.”Charlotte could sense his frustration, and remembering the advice Julie had given her, she got up and walked towards her bedroom saying, “I’ll be right back.”First, she went to her nightstand and pulled out the lube that she used on her favorite vibrator. Then she went to the back of her closet and. What if? Should I write out my thoughts and send them to her? It’s difficult enough to write a regular letter to someone and express your innermost thoughts but to profess a liking to someone mature without coming off like a teenager would be difficult, if not impossible. Should I try or should I let things go as is for these last few years of my life? It seems very selfish of me to want to take our acquaintance any farther and I would feel very bad if our meeting would cause a rift in her. " I said. With that I hung up and my head was spinning. I was dead tired and weak from the lack of sleep and not eating. I staggered to my bedroom and collapsed face down on my bed and passed out. I dreamed of that night. The way Richard grunted as he forced his big cock into my tight cunt. The way I struggled and bucked to get away, probably only making it more pleasurable for him. The things he called me and the way it made my body react. The way I came while he fucked me like a dirty slut.. They entered the town, approached the Church, and Danka looked for a Priest or Priestess. Following protocol, she knelt and stretched her hands on the ground in front of her while the attendant summoned the ordained Clergy members. It was very strange for Isauria to see her former mentor in that position, kneeling with her hands on the ground, her legs spread, and her back arched to expose herself in absolute humility. Well, it was what she had to do. Danka and Isauria needed a place to sleep.