It was not a kind place to a beautiful, young girl like you.Almost everyone you met tried to take advantage of your vulnerability, and you quickly lea...rned how to fend for yourself. Your wit and charm were usually enough to handle most people, but when they weren’t, you also had your magical talent to fall back on.Within a year, you had killed your first man - a fat, balding pig who tried to get you drunk so he could assault you in your bed. Leaving only the burning husk of an inn behind, you. I'm gonna keep looking."Laurie snorted condescendingly. "Good luck."Robin rolled her eyes as they left. "Bitch," she thought.Seeing a plus-sized store, Robin wandered in, and, in the back, on the clearance rack, she found a treasure trove: sexy cuts, brilliant colors, and best of all, her size. After trying a couple of semi-modest suits, she decided: fuck it. I'm not going to know anyone; I probably won't meet anyone; I'm buying something sexy for me. Combing through the rack, she picked out a. “Yes, of course,” I told her.“Thank you. For doing that sir, I’ll give you a nice big discount on any lady when you come back next time,” Theresa said.“Well, thank you dear,” I said, “Will that discount apply to me taking you to bed?”“Oh sir!” she giggled, “You are a bad boy.”We laughed together as we began to walk through the pool area. A lovely looking young lady in an extremely skimpy black bikini approached us.“Ah sir, this is Shyla. She’s Linsey’s friend here,” Theresa explained.Shyla. Her tongue flicked out and she licked the tip of the glans, briefly tasting the evidence of his previous emissions. Her next stroke caught the underside of the glans and he jerked in response to the rush that coursed through him. He lay back and reached behind to the top rail of the small headboard, gripping it with both hands. Ingrid ran her tongue all the way up the underside of his rigid organ, scrotum to tip. She was watching his reactions to her progress. She had moved her hands to his.