Rumpelstiltskin held out his hand and a golden staff appeared in it.It wasn't very big, only about as long as he was tall. Then without aword, he swu...ng the staff in my direction. There was a flash of lightand something hit me. The next thing I knew, I was thrown back a goodtwenty feet and landed on my ass."Damn," I grumbled, quickly getting back to my feet."Resilient," the midget commented. "Good. I would hate to kill thechild before using her against her mother." He smirked, though it. (More like the body of a swimmer, since I also swam a lot.) I lived (and live) in a country in South America, let's keep it anonymous, and I went to the best school there. Reality was, I HATED it, and the reasons were other than people who looked at that muscled rugby player would think.I was a punk, and believe me, that's nearly unheard of in this unnamed South American country with very old standards. People would have been even more amazed to learn the truth because I was what they called a. If you looked closely at the two of us, you would see we were practically jumping each other's bones with our eyes. I stared at her giant rack and her hot legs and she eyed my broad shoulders and chest and my bulging crotch. Then the cab came. I had no idea where we were going but it was Friday night and I didn't much care where we went, especially since our hands roamed each other's bodies and our tongues met for the first time in the backseat of this cab. Her breath smelled fresh like mint. As your girlfriend, she would submit to anything you put her through, eager to prove to you that she was wife material.You started putting on porn when you fucked her. It heightened the mood – and increased the depravity. It helped Charlotte learn how to be a better slut - how to really give her all when sucking your cock - pushing herself to gag on you. And after watching enough anal scenes she willingly presented her own ass to you to take.You got married - with Charlotte taking your last.