You were born the bastard son of a tavern wench who was knocked up by a passing stranger one night. The moment she could, your mother abandoned you to...live a life of torment at the tavern keeper's hands. Living off scraps and serving as a source of relief by taking beatings, you've only gotten by on endurance and cunning to avoid more beat downs. This was your existence...... WAS being the keyword.Marching in during the dead of night, the Tyrant King's army sacked the village. Creatures from. " I said with a wink.I figured two could play at that little sexual innuendo game. Besides, she started it.Stacey just smiled, "Perhaps we will missy, but you better behave now. Don't make me get all bossy on you."I just looked at her straight faced and said, "Maybe I like it that way."Again, she grinned. Our little verbal joust went on for a few more minutes before we started back to the task at hand.In the next two hours I think I officially tried on one of every item in the store. I tried on. His name was gary. He worked construction, had his own crew. Gary was tall, thin with white hair that was thining too. His hands were chapped from rough work, his face weathered and tanned from outdoor labor. He wore a small white mustache and his voice seemed too soft for his rough exterior. The most interesting thing about him was his eyes, They were a dark brown, soft and kind. I felt like I could trust him.As the time wore on he kept buying me beer. By last call he offered to take me home,. ‘Rachael…honey…are you ready for me to be inside you now?’ I said softly. ‘Huh?’ She was still half out of it. I couldn’t help but laugh. She was so cute. I was so happy I could please her at all, after what she had been through before, but to know she was this far gone after just one orgasm. I couldn’t wait to see her response after multiples. I sighed, and kissed her eye lids gently. ‘Please. Open. Your. Eyes.’ I said, each word a kiss. I looked down at her. One eye cracked open. ‘Water…I.