My name is salman and i’m a nust university. In response to my story, i got too many emails and to my surprise, i came to know how much this city is...full of lust and thirst for sex. In some of emails, i was invited by different aged girls and women, but one email was very interesting. She was a widow. Let me start the story.She wrote me that her husband died before 6 years and till now, she has never seen a dick and because of the social system she cannot join other men but now she cannot wait.. But Julie shot me a look of death. She turned away from me and walked slowly and seductively to her bag and pulled out a riding crop. Now we had been playing around in the bed for some time using different toys like handcuffs and vibrators. One time i even let her use a small strap-on to fuck my asshole. (Not one of my favorite experiences but I enjoyed it and it made me cum buckets, we still do it every once in a while when the mood hits.) But using whips and stuff is something that neither of. “A lot of bullets travel two to three times faster than that, if not more. It’s still really fast, though. Faster than Sonja’s arrows, at least.”“It still seems like a nifty skill to have. It doesn’t do a whole lot of damage, but that will change as soon as I can start putting points into Intellect again,” I said once I had turned back to face them again. “Alright, let’s get going. I want to see if we can’t finish the tenth level by tonight. We should have ten hours or so.”Somewhere in the. Punishment and abuse were the constants in her life. That and terror.Her body had been viciously torn by objects used to rape her in ways too horrible to remember. She had been sodomized so violently that she had been sick for days afterwards. Any defiance or will had long since been taken from her by means too foul to think of without completely losing what little was left of her mind.She still knew her name. He called her by it in saccharine tones, expecting her to do as she was told, even.