.. Maria, she says that, when all its elements are engaged, it is the most difficult instrument to play. It is a wind instrument at its core, and ... ...nd I suspect you did not come to talk to me of music, Madam Vola.” The man didn’t know when to use titles, or he didn’t feel comfortable addressing her as Natasha. Maybe some time together could fix that?“N-No, I ... wanted to talk to you about Jack. And, and you know ... t-t-to call me Natasha. You’re not Invictus, n-no need for the. ’ Her words were a blur to him. He couldn’t remember saying those words to her. He shook his head. Disgusted with himself. He was positive she was telling him the truth. He would say almost anything to get his dick inside of a warm tight hole. Now everything was turning on him. Every other woman he had been with always understood it was just sex. None of them ever treated him the way Melanie was doing now. She fell in love with him. He sat on the floor next to her. ‘I’m sorry Melanie. I thought. I could smell her just as strong as I had when she was on top of me. For some irrational reason, I imagined her smelling somehow different ... As if her goddess-like appearance, would somehow make the smell unique and less revolting. It smelt the same as any pussy I'd ever smelt, that unsavory fishy pussy stink. And the smell of her ass was just as common and unsavory. It smelt like ass.Despite her warnings, and coming here on my own free will, I somehow felt tricked. Like this wasn't really. ’ Myra replied with a coy smirk on her face. Kara sat at the edge of her bed, it was hard to take everything in all at once for her. Just hours ago she was a poor farmers daughter. If her Uncle had not taken her in she would have ended up running away with the Barber’s son, Jonathan. ‘Oh Jonathan.’ She reminisced. ‘How I will miss your long, hard cock filling me in my father’s barn.’ It had been more than once she had felt that long, hard cock pumping in her tight pussy. Had it not been for her.