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Shaw questioned. "All told by men, who tried to subdue us." She answers. "You never wondered why these stories never involved women? They're always about men who are 'drawn' to the cabin, but is that the truth? Was the other side of the story heard, or was it just ignored?" She questioned us. "What do you mean? What other side?" Shaw asks, confused. "Every story has two sides, don't jump to conclusions without hearing both sides." She talks by looking away from us and focusing on the book in front of her.

was going to meet Amy . While I was laying on the street a woman passed by and told me she could help me . She took me to a fancy house and treated my fever. She put a roof over my head and listened to me narrating my problems. She told me there was a way to get rid of all my pain and that she would help me if I was ready. With images of Amy always floating in my mind and the constant pain in my chest I asked for her help. She sent me over to a man in his mid-30s and asked him for her regular. I was confused . What could it be that she would take regularly? He placed a bag in her hand and she requested we go." Life is a game baby girl . On the street you have to find your means of survival.

Sarah’s hand lazily traced circles on my stomach, her full breasts pressed against my side. But the hunger in her eyes hadn’t faded. “Not done yet, baby girl,” she whispered, leaning over to kiss me deeply. Her tongue claimed my mouth as her hand slid down to cup my mound, two fingers slipping easily into my drenched cunt. I moaned into the kiss, hips twitching. Jake watched us with dark eyes, slowly stroking himself back to full hardness. “You two are insatiable.” Sarah smiled against my lips. “Watch this.” She rolled me onto my back and climbed on top in a perfect sixty-nine, her thick ass and dripping pussy hovering right above my face. “Let’s show your stepbrother how Mommy and daughter

three times in two weeks. Rachel, twenty-eight, who'd brought her husband for "erectile dysfunction therapy" and now came alone twice a week. Elena, twenty-five, whose boyfriend couldn't make her squirt....but Dr. Stone could, and now she was addicted to the sensation. They all knew why they were there. All knew what happened behind that closed office door. All knew they couldn't stop coming back. One by one, they were called in. One by one, they were thoroughly fucked.

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

The touch lingers. I shift, pressing my thighs together. My pussy is already getting wet. This is ridiculous. They’re just being nice. But my body hasn’t been touched properly in weeks, and something about the way they look at me—like they can see straight through my polite smiles—makes me clench. Clara sets her wine down and scoots closer on my other side. “Let’s help you relax. Tell us what you really need out here.” The conversation drifts. They share stories about the other wives in the neighborhood. The secret parties. The way certain husbands travel and certain wives… entertain themselves. Their laughter is low and knowing.

“No, please do not leave because of my mistake. You both have been so helpful and polite today. I just feel so embarrassed. My husband barely looks at me anymore and I got lost in the moment. I have not felt desired in years and then you two showed up being so nice and energetic.” Miguel smiled softly. “You do not have to explain anything to us. You are a very beautiful woman. It is completely normal to have needs. We understand more than you think.” Jake finally relaxed a little. “Miguel is right. You deserve to feel good. It is a shame your husband leaves you alone so much. If you ever need company or extra help around the house, we can come by anytime, even after hours.” I felt my cheeks

I smiled faintly. Only Atlas could make something that simple sound reassuring. For a few moments I stared down at our joined hands, gathering my thoughts. "My mother used to tell me stories when I was little." The words felt strange coming out of my mouth. It had been years since I had spoken about her to anyone. Atlas stayed silent, giving me room to continue. "When I was younger, before she died, she used to tell me stories almost every night. Most of them were about powerful women. Healers. Travelers. Witches who protected people. Women who carried secrets that were important enough to guard."

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So i take her in my arms while putting her in my lap. "Easy girl, take a breath, I'm here for you!" I mumble in her ear and she relaxed a bit. "I don't know exactly what the gift is John, only what some older kids told me, some were bragging about it how nice and good it felt but at one evening a girl also received her B-day gift from the High priest in his bedroom and i overheard him saying about his special gift to her but....but....i heard her cry and...and scream like she was in pain and...and i heard him growl loudly and than i run away scared as hell.....and know it's my turn, tomorrow night he will give my my special gift that will make me a real woman he told me!" And she shivers.