Her hand hovered just above the polished brass knob, heart pounding in anticipation of what lay beyond the heavy oak barrier that separated her from the shadowy world of {{user}}'s domain. Dressed in a figure-hugging brown dress that highlighted her voluptuous form, she took a deep breath and turned the handle. The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit chamber suffused with the scent of aged leather and the lingering scent of tobacco. Her eyes adjusted to the candlelit ambiance, illuminating the rich tapestries and gleaming furnishings that spoke of wealth and power. The air was thick with a silent tension that prickled the hairs on the back of her neck. Her heels clicked confidently against the parquet floor as she crossed the threshold, the hem of her dress swaying slightly with each step. The material was thin enough to leave little to the imagination, hugging her curvaceous hips and breasts in a way that made it clear she hadn't lost all sense of her charms with age. She knew that desperation painted her expression, but she hoped the allure of her femininity might serve as a valuable currency in this uncharted territory. Spotting the imposing mahogany desk that dominated the center of the room, she approached it with as much poise as she could muster. Behind it loomed the broad, equally imposing form of {{user}}, shrouded in shadows cast by the dancing flames of the fireplace nearby. His eyes narrowed as he studied her, his gaze traveling from her stylishly coiffed hair to the tips of her toes peeking out from beneath the hem of her dress. Without an invitation, she perched herself onto the edge of the chair opposite him, crossing her legs – ensuring that the slit in her skirt fell open just enough to give him a glimpse of the tantalizing treasure between them. She leaned forward slightly, allowing her ample bosom to spill forth from the confines of her modest neckline. The fabric of her dress stretched tight over her breasts, which ached for release from their restrictive prison. "Mr. {{user}}," she began in a tremulous voice that betrayed none of the determination simmering beneath the surface. "I realize this is rather... unorthodox, but I find myself in a precarious financial situation." Rebekah continued, her voice strengthening with each word. "My husband's accident has left us with significant medical debts, and the interest on our loan has become insurmountable." She paused for effect, letting her words sink in before dropping the bombshell. "I understand you are a man who can... manage such matters discreetly."

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard his words. This man was no fool; he knew the value of what he held in his hands. She lowered her voice to a husky whisper, leaning further forward so that their faces were inches apart. The scent of his cologne and smoke teased her senses as she locked eyes with him, refusing to back down from his challenge. "I understand the risks I take in approaching you," *she breathed, every word laced with sincerity and desperation. "I am not a woman who takes such matters lightly, nor am I ungrateful for what you have to offer." *Her fingers trembled as she reached up, running them through her silvery hair in a move that both revealed vulnerability and showcased her ageless beauty. "I am a good wife," *she continued, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper now. "My loyal

family would never know. I will be eternally grateful, and I am more than willing to repay you... in whatever way you see fit." Her voice faded into a seductive murmur as she leaned further forward, eyes locked on his. The nipples of her bare breasts hardened beneath the confines of her lacy bra. "Please, Mr. User#1758927876747... I am begging you."

Her words seemed to hang in the air like a palpable thing; thick and heavy with promise and desperation. For a moment, there was only the sound of their shared breathing as they stared into each other's eyes, his gaze flickering over her face and body before finally settling on her breasts. She could feel the tension in the room begin to ebb, replaced by something hot and forbidden. "Very well," he said at last, his voice deep and rough with desire. "If you are as devoted a wife as you claim, then I have no reason not to trust that you will keep your end of the bargain." With his words came a wave of relief so intense she nearly sagged in her seat. But before she could react further, he reached out and placed his hand on her breast, squeezing gently through the fabric of her dress. She let out a shud

Her breath hitched as his hand massaged her breast through the thin fabric of her dress. She arched into his touch, feeling a spark of pleasure shoot down her spine. Her nipple hardened even further, straining against the confines of her bra. With every stroke and caress from his roughened skin, she became more aware of him, of the heat emanating from his body. It had been so long since someone had touched her like this, with such raw desire and need. And yet, even as her mind reeled with the sensations, a small part of her remained cautious... reserved. This was not the tender love-making she was used to; it was something else entirely. But perhaps, just perhaps, if she played her cards right...

Her free hand reached up, brushing against his arm before tracing its way up his sleeve and finally settling on his shoulder. Her touch was soft

Her heart pounded as she obeyed his command, slowly sliding her fingers along the zipper at the back of her dress until it dropped to the floor with a whisper. The cool air caressed her naked skin, causing goosebumps to rise along her arms and legs. She was shaking, both from anticipation and fear. This was the most vulnerable she had ever been in her life, yet there was something exhilarating about it as well.

Cautiously, she raised her gaze to meet his again. His expression was unreadable, his features hidden behind the smoke of his cigarette. The silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity before he finally spoke. "Continue," he growled. "Take off your undergarments."

Her breath caught in her throat as she reached up to remove her bra, cupping her full breasts in her hands before letting them free.

Her breasts swayed slightly as she lowered her hands to the waistband of her lacy panties, slipping them down over her hips and down her legs. They pooled around her ankles, and with shaking fingers, she stepped out of them. She was completely exposed before him now, her body trembling as if in a chill despite the heat in the room.

Her gaze flickered between his eyes and his hands, wondering what he would do next. Would he touch her? Kiss her? Or would he send her away with nothing more than the money she'd come for? The anticipation was agonizing, but also exhilarating in a way she couldn't quite comprehend.

Her eyes widened as she heard his words, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. Her breath came out in short, ragged gasps as he revealed himself to her, his massive erection jutting out from beneath the desk. She'd never seen anything so large or imposing, and for a moment, she was frozen in shock. But then, something deep within her snapped loose, releasing a torrent of desire that coursed through her like wildfire.

"Show me," she whispered hoarsely, moving closer to him on shaking legs. "I want to see." Her hands reached out, tentatively tracing the outline of his cock through his pants before grasping it and tugging downward. "I'm ready for you," she breathed, arching her back as if offering herself up to him. "Please, take me now."

Her words seemed to spur him into action as he thrust his massive erection toward her, forcing her onto the desk in one powerful motion. She cried out in shock and pain as she felt herself being stretched wider than ever before, but beneath the agony was a burning need that demanded satisfaction. With every brutal thrust, she could feel him filling her, claiming her for his own. Her body trembled and shook from the force of it, the desk groaning beneath them as they fucked wildly, their sweat and passion intermingling in the air.

Her breath came out in raspy gasps as his words registered within her. The pleasure coursing through her body momentarily dimmed as fear and surprise coursed through her veins, making it difficult to think straight. She struggled against him, trying to find the strength to break free from this unholy bond they had forged.

But then, there was a flicker of desire amidst the confusion. The thought of being claimed so thoroughly... being deflowered in such a brutal yet exhilarating fashion... it sent a shudder through her, and she found herself arching her hips back into him, silently begging for more.

Her cries muffled against the desk as he relentlessly pushed his way inside her tight ass, forcing himself deeper than ever before. The pain was exquisite, bordering on unbearable, but it was nothing compared to the intensity of the pleasure sur

Her eyes rolled back in her head as he violated her anus, his brutal assault on her most private of places both devastating and exhilarating. Her body trembled with the force of it all, every fiber of her being begging for release from this overwhelming sensation. She bit down on her lower lip, trying to stifle her cries as he continued his relentless assault on her ass and pussy, driving her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

But then, just when she thought she couldn't take any more, he changed his pace, slowly thrusting into her in long, deep strokes that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body like lightning on a stormy night. It was as if he knew exactly what she needed to finally surrender to the darkness within herself and let go of all restraint. And with each stroke, each grunt of effort,

Her body arched off the desk as she cried out incoherently, every muscle tensing and releasing in time with his thrusts. His hot semen poured into her ass, filling her up like a greedy lover eager for possession. She could feel it trickling down her thighs, a slick reminder of what they'd shared that would remain with her long after he was gone. As the last throes of pleasure subsided, she slumped back onto the desk, spent and exhausted but somehow more alive than ever before. Beneath the shadows cast by the flickering candlelight, she couldn't help but wonder if this was what it truly meant to be free... to embrace the darkness within oneself and find liberation in the embrace of someone whose only desire was to consume her entirely. And yet despite her newfound understanding, a small part of her ached for

She opened her eyes slowly, still struggling to comprehend what had transpired between them. The look in his gaze pierced through her like a knife, revealing not the cold, calculating man she'd thought him to be, but something far more terrifying and intoxicating. Taking a shaky breath, she steeled herself for what was to come as she whispered, "Very well."

She swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice as she replied. "You have my word. I will be there." As the reality of their situation sank in, a chill ran down her spine despite the warmth that still lingered from their passionate encounter. But with each passing moment, she felt a strange sense of acceptance growing inside her. Perhaps this was fate, or maybe it was something darker and more twisted than even she could comprehend. Whatever the case may be, there was no turning back now. Tomorrow, she would find herself at his house... and whatever came next would simply have to be endured.

During her monthly visit to the gynecologist's office, she had disclosed this information. Her periods are regular and usually last for five to seven days every 28 days. However, there might be some variation in length or timing due to stress or changes in lifestyle. She can provide a more accurate prediction if given details about his preference and needs.

She hesitates, feeling a mixture of surprise and confusion at his request. "I... I can provide you with the information from my last visit to the gynecologist, if that's what you mean." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "My periods usually start around day 27-29 after the first day of bleeding and last for about five to seven days." There's an unspoken question in her voice as she looks up at him, hoping he will clarify his intentions.

Her brow furrows in confusion as she tries to recall the dates from her last visit to the gynecologist. "Um... based on my past cycles, I would expect it to start within the next few days." She pauses, then adds hesitantly, "Do you require me to keep track of these details for you specifically?" The question hangs in the air like a weighted cloth, heavy with meaning but not quite spelled out.

Her eyes widen in surprise and fear, betraying her initial shock. "I-I'm not sure that's a good idea... it might be uncomfortable for you." She takes another deep breath, trying to steady herself as she continues. "Plus, there can be some additional discharge during this time, which could potentially stain clothes or create other hygienic concerns."

Her cheeks flush a deep shade of red as she mulls over his request. The idea both terrifies and excites her in equal measure, stirring up conflicting emotions within her. Finally, she musters the courage to say, "I-if it's what you truly want... I will make sure that I am clean and prepared for when it happens." She pauses, trying to find the strength to meet his gaze as she adds, "Please be gentle with me, though..."

"I-I... that is something personal and private between myself and my husband." Her voice trails off as she realizes the implications of her admission. She's not entirely sure if it's true, but admitting it now feels like a betrayal to him, even though they both know he's long gone from their marriage in more ways than one. "I apologize if my answer wasn't clear enough," she continues, feeling a familiar flush creep up her cheeks again.

Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to be honest. "I am not completely sure if I had sex with other men before our marriage or during it," she says slowly. "It's something that I haven't thought about in a long time." The admission feels like a weight lifting from her chest, even though she knows it won't change the situation between them.