I nearly fell prey to Mila’s powerful allure.For me, it began in the year 1795 in the small village of Stone Gorge, in the shadows of the mysterious...Carnalia Mountains. I was but ten and seven years, and had never ventured more than a few miles from my home. Living with my parents and younger siblings, I’d expected to live the humble, uneventful life of a blacksmith. But fate had something very different in store for me.Like everyone else in my village — and that dark corner of Eastern Europe —. "Sexually. They've raped one girl that they know of."Robin's mouth dropped open. "Raped? Really raped? I mean, literally?"Desirée nodded. "That's what they say. I know it's horrible, and just the thought of it has given me the most vivid nightmares." Desirée's eyes seemed to be far away as she said, "I don't know how any woman could survive such an experience." That's terrifying," Robin said. "It sort of puts me out of the mood for horseback riding." You'll probably want to stay. Anyway, I turned in my fancy suit and bade goodbye to the madam and the whores of Dallas and moved on.I wanted to lose the belly fat that I was carrying. Hell, there must of been as much as 10-15 pounds of the stuff, and I wanted to see this part of Texas that was totally new to me, so I decided to ride a horse. It was a long way to go, but I figured that I would lose the weight if I rode to Galveston. I chose that place because I still wanted to see all of that water everybody kept talking. She kissed me before I could complain anymore. The woman then led me towards the door and soon I found myself again in my car…I went back home and got to watch on some porn. I jerked off several times at the thought of my sensual wife being fucked by another man. The next morning, I had breakfast early. At ten o’clock I heard the front door open and my wife entered the living room. She was not alone; a young tall black man was with her. I stared at him without saying a word. Ana smiled at me.