Richard was my liege lord, and king. That was a long time ago...I became aware of my unique condition, in my thirty-fourth year. An arrow had pierced ...y armor. I lay dying in a tent on that lonely battlefield.The king's surgeon had treated me. That is to say, he'd removed the arrow and had packed my wound with flowers of sulfur, in an attempt to quell the flow of blood. Looking back on it, I believe he was a bumbling idiot. I should have warned Richard. Breathing was difficult.I was in and out. Women. Not that Victor had any trouble attracting them, mind you, but keeping them, that was a different matter. For Victor was the sort of fellow who, having once sampled the favors of a woman, grew bored with her. This had not been a problem before now; there had always been another attractive young lady available when he lost interest in the last one. But now, in his junior year at college, Victor discovered that he'd run out of viable options. There was, of course, the large number of. I was completely naked and I had their absolute total attention.I walked along the half circle of men, almost touching them, but not quite. For the first time today I was in total control. I felt like I had them eating out of my hands. That would change, I knew, but for that moment I felt like a Goddess. After I walked the half circle I returned to my chair and rested my right foot up on the chair, letting them see my wet pussy. I turned slowly and sat down in the chair, their eyes followed my. He said he takes time to make connections with people. He made a connection with me and does not want to spoil it. I was happy to be that chat fuck friend for the older man, DickRaja.Well, this connection meant that I chatted at least two or three times a week, each time we both would have a long roleplay fuck, and we both would have real-world orgasms. This became our usual norm.It was about this time that my aunty (uncle’s wife) got some mental breakdown and needed taking care. I rushed back.