I have downloaded most of the pictures from the internet with no real relevance. Sexual acts without consent and Sex Traffickings are real evils in ou...r world and obvious bad. Nor are any stereotypes in this story true. It is just a kinky story. Also, I hope people who add chapters to his story could keep physical violence to a low-level minimum, it is more about corruption, blackmail, and seduction.Enjoy !!!It is said that under the harsh exterior of every cowgirl, there is a mare waiting to be. "As to how it made me feel; I felt used and humiliated. I was there exclusively for his sexual pleasure as far as that bastard was concerned. He didn't see me as a person. I was only a receptacle for his goo. I hated it, and I vowed I would never treat a fellow human the way he treated me."I didn't hate men when it was over, but I didn't trust them. I did hate him, and I dislike the way too many men treat other people, especially females," I explained."How do you feel about gay men?" one of the. I was not going to have anything more to do with Markus if I could help it.I was sitting at my desk in my apartment an hour later and was musing. I got up and went to a small storage room. There was my cloak and my staff. I had not had them out or used them in sometime. It was time I made sure they were in top working condition.I started by charging my staff. After I got lines of energy feeding power into it, I turned my attention to my cloak. I stripped down all the spells that had been placed. She rolled over on top of me and we we started feeling each other with our fingertips, light and rushing, sending little sparks to our respective clits. Someone let out a soft sigh. ‘Oh, come on,’ she whispered. ‘Here, look.’ She reached a hand down and came up with a wet finger. ‘Smell how wet I am. Taste.’ I took her finger into my mouth and sucked all the way up, getting all of her tangy juices. She moaned and lay back down on me, our breasts tingling as they collided. I reached my hand down.