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  • They’ll rape me tonight; me and that girl, and there’s nothing I can do to stop them. My chastity, my pride, and my honor will be stripped of me, and then they’ll clip my flight feathers, and sell me off to some orc-lord. Maybe I can kill myself before that happens. Is there any hanging rope in here? I searched around the cart, seeing not a single slicing edge, nor a loose spike to slit my wrists with. I contemplated turkish smashing my head against the bars, but realized that would just leave me unconscious. I resigned myself to at least another hour of rest before I contemplated suicide again, and tried to stare vacantly like brunette the nymph girl. A black rock popped out of the sand, inches from the cart. It just… jumped right out of the ground, like a breaching trout in a stream. I shook my head, unsure if the desert was causing mirages, or if I was losing my mind. Another one popped out, this one a bit bigger. I blinked, thinking I must be going insane, but then a third rock surfaced right in front of the left wheel. The cart jerked, reassuring me of my sanity, but the orcs seemed to take no notice, and we kept rolling. “What in Creation…” I whispered, amateur looking between the bars, “Hey, did you see that?” The nymph girl just kept staring at the floor. Her green eyes weren’t vacant anymore, but seemingly fixed in concentration. There was a vein protruding from her forehead, and her hands were shaking. “Hey,” I asked, “hey, what’s wrong?” “Too much sand,” the woman finally said through gritted teeth, “too much fucking sand.” A blood vessel burst in her eye, the vein in her forehead throbbed, and her body trembled with the milf strain of something, as though she were trying to lift an impossible weight. What in Creation is wrong with her?! I thought to myself, cringing back as spittle shot from her clenched teeth, Is she rabid? Should I ask a guard for help? Another blood vessel burst in her eye, the vein in her forehead seemed to beat with its own pulse, her face was growing purple, her entire body was wracking with spasms; and then, she stopped. She looked up masturbation at me, and the biggest, shit-eating grin I’ve ever seen in my redhead entire life appeared on her face. “Thank you so much everyone! How could I betray Greg like that? He ripped off his black redhead speedos and said “No good to brunette me now, I’ve gotta go”. “Ok, well, it's been forever since I've swam in this lake. I playfully bit his cock through his jeans turkish as I reached up to unbutton them. Before every lesson, I would play through my mind how I would tell her my true feelings, but every time, I chickened out. Put her phone and band gently down in the bin. She had asked once, and only once, and masturbation been told that only whores thought of such things. She looked into the mirror and gave herself a amateur milf wicked smiled. Then it hit me, and I said, “You mean having sex?” “Where we live,” Chili corrected. “Imagine you were pregnant and out in the frozen wilderness. Which he attempted to do.