Although she must have been terrified, she summoned the courage to shove her heavy desk chair back, and went for her pencil, which she stabbed into my...hand. I shrugged off the pain and kept my attention on her bodyguards. There were a lot more now, crowding into the bedroom and others gathered around the door. How the hell was I going to get her out of here? I expertly threw a punch into the face of the nearest guard, who made the mistake of getting a little too close. The fighting pushed me. In a battle we knew the other would do whatever it took: heals, bandaging, finishing off a mob, resurrection. We knew without asking and without wondering whether we would be let down. We didn’t waste precious time typing ‘heal please’ — we knew it would come without asking. It was like being married. There was total trust that your partner would do the right thing. Sometimes we died (in the game) but we both knew that this was despite the best efforts of our partner, not because of some stupid. His balls banged against my pussy, hitting my clit, and my legs started to shake even more. I was absolutely lost in the feeling of being used by him. At that moment, he could do whatever he wanted to me, and I would allow it gladly.Then, he started groaning himself. I felt his dick throbbing inside of me, engorging even more."I'll cum inside of you, sweetheart!" He announced, but I couldn't say anything, just groan.The only thing I could understand was his intrusion. It was how violated I. This became my number one target eventually getting lucky enough to see her face in the daylight. She was early 20's pretty and petite. Her hair was brunette and curly pulled tight in a ponytail with curls erupting down her back. She looked cute and I was desperate to see more.My efforts quickly yielding several more successes the majority following the above routine and one proving more memorable. It was early in the morning when I left the flat for a cigarette. Reaching the top of my.