I am now being held captive; a slave to the perverse desires of an evil man. I beg of you, please see that this letter reaches Ronak. He is a half-elf...fletcher's apprentice in the Elven city of Fellgar. I swear that you will be suitably rewarded for your effort.Four nights ago, I was traveling with Westrell and several fellow initiates. We were returning from a visit to a nearby grove. We were not told why we made this journey, but I gather it was of some importance. It was said in whispers. “That is true. She might need one of her bridge partners investigated. You know how crooked those gray haired old ladies are. Convince Lucinda to call around to see if anyone at the gym wants to suggest something,” I suggested it hoping I didn’t sound like I was slacking off.“Alright but call your son to see if he needs anything. Cheating husbands really are a waste, since we can’t use the film we shot,” he offered, “To be honest, Gerome shot that film and I’m not convinced it isn’t on the dark. “Myself, I prefer what the Miami Police called us, ‘The Anniversary Killers,’” Arnie smiled.“Seventeen fucking women murdered by us, seventeen, and the stupid ass fucking Police haven’t got a shred of evidence against us! The last one Arnie dumped in the Gulf and was attacked by a shark. The Police are so fucking stupid they don’t know that we killed her first!”“But what really irks me is how the fuck did your husband figure out that the killers were identical twins? We made sure we left no. At last I present here my first story. Am not a good writer please excuse me if there is any mistake.Let us come to the sex story.I completed my engineering two yrs before and currently working. A month back a Sunday morning, on the way to my granny house I met my college professor in a supermarket shop where I stopped to buy few things.She is my English professor in 1st yr, married, fair and cute and homely, brahmin lady but no kids ( which I came to know from her colleagues)with stats.