” Her words hang in the air like a heavy cloud between us, dense and filled with intensity. Still, I respond, “No longer married. I’m separated....” “Oh.” Her words are quick, resentful. “I’m sorry, sir. I had no idea. Please forgive me.” “That's okay. Don’t feel bad. You had no idea. So, where do you live?” She tells me, which is pretty far away on foot. In the car it takes only about ten minutes, which amounts to about half an hour of walking. We are relatively silent until we start approaching. As it seems, the brunette, slender halfling with curly hair was assigned your room mate. Before even telling you his name he is rambling about the president who had just greeted you in front of the academy in the course of a welcoming ceremony.Truth be told, he isn't wrong. The president, a Dark elf called Professor Sylynore, has impressive looks: long dazzling white hair, smooth pitch black skin, crimson eyes, her body a literal work of art. She really was an imposing figure that sent a shiver. Leaning down he whispered "Don't tell anyone about this"Her eyes were wide as she mouthed "I promise"She had been the first there had been no reports in the papers so she hadn't reported it.Her key turned the tumblers in the lock she pushed the door open quietly, upstairs her husband continued to caress his cock as he heard her faint sounds from downstairs. His cock got a little harder as he heard her in the bathroom. In the bathroom his wife's pussy felt used felt swollen its outer lips still. She strippedand took the longest shower she had ever taken. She thought about thebrutal attack she had suffered, as well as the memories that were nowhers again. After the shower, she got her journal and wrote out thewhole of her dream, trying to remember exactly what her mother had saidin her last message, and the phrase 'go with what we've got and not rockthe boat.' How many times had she said exactly the same thing? Even thisweek, when Dan started first thing Monday on his crude innuendo.