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Prepare to be swept away by Anna's story! She thought she was living in a fairytale romance, but little did she know that her beloved was subjecting her to unspeakable physical and mental torture. But Anna is not one to sit back and take it. She takes matters into her own hands and dishes out the justice her tormentor deserves - with no mercy. As the story unfolds, you'll be on the edge of your seat wondering: will Anna overcome the trauma inflicted upon her? Will she be able to control her powers and dark tendencies? And will she find the true love that she deserves? It is a story of heartbreak, redemption, and revenge that you won't want to miss!
Chapter 1 Maria
New York. She is Maria, a world-class escort, a young and wonderful woman. Black hair falls down her back, while green eyes try to see more of what anyone else would like to show: long legs that are a particular pleasure and a body that is the epitome of fitness and grace.
She is currently in a dimly lit hotel room. A single lamp in the corner casts elongated shadows across the room, illuminating a four-poster bed with soft, inviting sheets.
Maria appears in a short skirt and a trendy jacket that perfectly accentuates her curves. Her long hair frames her face, and her red lips complement the outfit.
Maria's appeal, however, extends far beyond physical appearance. She possesses an extraordinary intelligence, which often makes for unparalleled conversation.
Maria adapts perfectly to any topic and finds common ground, whether she is involved in literature or intense philosophical debates. Her knowledge ranges from arts and culture to current events, making her the perfect partner for in-depth discussions.
The man in his late fifties, dressed in a black suit and white shirt, was relaxing on the edge of the bed. At the sight of her, he rose and politely kissed her hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Maria."
"The pleasure is on my side, Mr. Romero. Can I sit next to you?" Maria asked, smiling.
Romero put a hand on Maria's leg, began to caress it, and looked into her eyes.
"For some time, I masturbated looking at photos of you in short skirts. You have nice legs. I thought I used you somehow, so sending you sums of money seemed only fitting."
"So that money was from you. I asked the bank where the amounts came from, but they said couldn't answer me."
"Those at the bank have received instructions on this matter. Now, please touch me. Simply use your hands and make sure I cum on your stockings."
"I'm glad I can help you," said Maria, extending her hand to him.
Romero's eyes lingered on Maria's figure, taking in her large breasts and curves. His gaze appeared to sweep over her sumptuous physique, admiring every inch. He couldn't help but compliment her physical characteristics, his tone almost reverent.
"You have big breasts. And I like your ass," Romero said.
"Thank you, I have an ass that men like to look at. I know it's something people look at. "I want you to have a good view," Maria said, smiling widely.
His eyes stood focused on Maria's fingers wrapped around the shaft. Maria started to move faster. The man groaned. The legs twitched slightly, and Maria's black stockings stood splashed a few seconds later.
Romero moaned a little.
"Is it a good feeling?"
"Very. Do you think I finished too quickly?"
"Not at all. I hope you don't have such ideas, because they inhibit you. If you are thinking of premature ejaculation, you are wrong. Anyway, maybe we will have another opportunity to check this aspect."
Maria was looking out the window.
"Flying without wings is a metaphor for the search for autonomy, personal choice, and meaning in an absurdly constructed universe.
When considering all human beings' possible outcomes, we must consider possibilities beyond the obvious, such as overcoming obstacles and achieving the impossible.
It's about free will, making a personal decision, finding purpose in a wild universe, and finding a path through life when everything seems aimless and chaotic.
It's imagination without limits, in a word. With that in mind, can I ask you something, Mr. Romero?"
"Sure, please."
"When you masturbated looking at photos of me, were you wearing women's stockings?" Maria asked.
"Yes, but how do you know such a thing?"
"I will change my stockings before I leave. I thought you wanted me to leave them for you, but you may have been too shy to ask me."
"Yes, please leave me the stockings you're wearing now," Romero said, relaxing. "You're a great woman, and I'm sure we'll see each other again soon."
Maria was disappointed by the meeting. The man, who attempted to be polite, came across as a curmudgeon. She had agreed to meet him because of the large sum of money he offered. Maria thought that perhaps, in time, she would no longer be primarily focused on money.
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