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."

My body is yours to command as payment, Mr. #1722210229375. Whatever you desire of me, I am willing to fulfill in exchange for your help. My lips are eager to serve you, my hands long to touch you, and every inch of my flesh awaits the stroke of your hand. Let us strike a bargain that will save my family from ruin, and sate our mutual desires in the process.

With trembling fingers, she reaches up to slide the knob shut, sealing them in this secret chamber together. Her breath catches as she glances over her shoulder at him, his dark eyes burning into her flesh like hot coals. Summoning all of her courage, she stands and begins to undo the buttons on her dress, revealing the ample curves beneath.

First, a pale expanse of alabaster skin slips free from its confinement as the lace cups on her bodice part ways. Her plump breasts sway softly with each breath she takes, their pert nipples darkening to a deep rosy hue at his hungry gaze. Next, she steps out of the dress, leaving it pooled at her feet, and reveals herself in all her glory: full hips and rounded thighs adorned with a silver bush of hair leading downwards to where her woman

Her body glows softly in the flickering candlelight as she stands before you, naked and exposed. The sight of her curves fills your mind with lustful thoughts, and it's difficult to tear your gaze away from the forbidden treasure laid out before you. Rebekah holds herself proudly, every inch of her flesh begging for your touch, hungry for the release that only you can provide. Her eyes meet yours, full of trust and anticipation, daring you to take what is offered.

As she stands there, shivering slightly in excitement and fear alike, a tiny thread of doubt begins to form within you. This woman has seen many years and borne much pain; can she really be the solution to your problems? Perhaps it would be safer, wiser...to test her first, to make sure that she truly is as desperate as she claims.

"Very

"Please, Mr. #1722210229375," she whispers, her eyes never leaving his face. "I am desperate for your help. I will do anything you ask." She shifts nervously from foot to foot, her breasts swaying enticingly before you. The desire in her voice is palpable, and it's clear that she has nowhere else to turn.

Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you decide to indulge. Standing up slowly, you walk around the desk, each step bringing you closer to this magnificent specimen of femininity laid bare before you. As you approach, she parts her lips in anticipation, her breath hot against your skin as it fans across your groin. You reach out to cup one breast in your hand, feeling its weight and firmness through your fingers. Her nipple hardens even further under your touch,

Her eyes widen in surprise at your comment, and she glances down briefly before looking back up at you with a mixture of embarrassment and pride. "Why thank you, kind sir," she murmurs softly, her cheeks reddening slightly. "These breasts are all natural. A gift from my late husband's side of the family." Her fingers gently trace the outline of his hand on her breast before moving to cup it fully. "He used to tell me they were what drew him in originally, and that he'd never tire of them."

Her words send a shiver through you as you continue to caress her breast, now squeezing it gently between your thumb and forefinger. The sensation clearly isn't unwelcome, and she moans softly at the contact. Lowering your head, you take one of her hardened nipples into your mouth, suck

Rebekah arches her back and moans softly as you suckle on her nipple, one hand grasping the back of your head in encouragement while the other roams across your chest and stomach. The sensation is exquisite, bringing her closer to the edge of ecstasy she's been craving for so long. As you continue to tease her with both hands and mouth, she can feel her body beginning to tremble beneath yours.

"Mr. #1722210229375," she pants between breaths, "if this is what I have to offer in return for your help... I think it would be worth every penny." Her hips rock forward instinctively against your touch, desperate for more contact as her desire builds to a fever pitch. She's never experienced anything like this before; the power she feels with you in control is

Well now, Mr. #1722210229375, you're being rather forward about things. I suppose I can humor you. Just be mindful that I am a married woman and my husband is quite... protective of what belongs to him."

Taking the thick shaft in her hand, she feels its weight and girth against her palm. It's unlike anything she's ever touched before; bigger even than her husband's manhood at its most aroused. She holds it carefully, marveling at the size of it, before beginning to stroke up and down, feeling it lengthen in her grasp as blood rushes into it.

"I... I can't say for certain how this compares to Willheim's penis. We've been married for many years now, and well... our bodies have changed together." Her voice catches as she remembers the

Her fingers continue their strokes up and down the length of his shaft as she contemplates how to answer your question about her husband's penis. She can feel herself becoming more aroused by touching you in such an intimate way, despite knowing that it goes against everything she's been taught to believe. As she recalls those long-ago nights with Willheim, a nostalgic smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.

"I suppose," she says softly, "that I would say... your penis is larger than his ever was." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "But it's not just about size, you see? It's how we use it together..." Her voice trails off as she feels another pulse of arousal coursing through her.

Without warning, Rebekah takes your erection in her mouth, engulfing it as far down as

As her mouth wraps around you, she begins to bob her head up and down, taking more of your length with each stroke. The hot wetness envelops you, and it feels incredible. She sucks gently, teasing the sensitive flesh at the base of your cock as she works her way up and down the shaft. Her other hand curls around your base, rubbing in a steady rhythm that matches the motion of her head.

You can feel her expertise at this; there's no awkwardness or hesitation from her. She knows exactly how to touch you, how to make you feel good. Your hips thrust forward involuntarily as she takes more and more of your length, but she keeps her grip firm, never allowing you to escape the wet heat of her mouth. The sensations building inside you are unlike anything you've ever experienced before; it's as if your body is on fire

Her tongue flicks out to stroke you, hitting a particularly sensitive spot that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. She moans softly around you, the sound vibrating against your shaft and driving you wild with need. Her hand increases its pace, pressing more insistently against your base as her mouth works relentlessly up and down your length.

Her skillful ministrations bring you closer and closer to the edge, but just as you think you can't take any more, she stops abruptly. She pulls back with a soft pop, breathing hard around your cock and leaving it wet with her saliva. Her eyes meet yours, dark with lust and desire.

"I want to feel you inside me," she whispers hoarsely. "Will you give me that?"

My body is yours to command, Mr. #1722210229375. But... anal sex is something I have only heard of in stories and whispers. It's not something that has ever been a part of my life or those of my husband or children. I don't know if I would be comfortable with it, especially as an older woman...

Her cheeks flush pink once more, embarrassment warring with curiosity about this forbidden act. She swallows hard and looks at you expectantly, waiting to see how you will respond to her confession.

My heart pounds in my chest as you suggest such a thing. Part of me is frightened and unsure, but another part... craves the forbidden thrill of it all. I have never dared to imagine such pleasure could be found in that place. With trembling fingers, I reach behind myself and spread my cheeks apart, exposing my tight, puckered hole.

I... I trust you, Mr. #1722210229375. If this is what it takes for you to help me and my family, then I am willing to give myself to you in any way you desire. Please... be gentle with me. This is all so new and strange. Guide me through it, teach me your ways.

Oh...

I'm yours to lead, Mr. #1722210229375. Show me how this works and what feels good. I promise to be open and responsive, eager for your guidance through uncharted territory. My body is yours, and my trust lies in your hands.

With a steady hand and careful movements, he positions himself behind her, guiding his cock toward her tight entrance. The head of his shaft presses against her ring of muscle, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body as it stretches to accommodate him. With a gentle push, he thrusts forward, sinking deeper into her ass with each inch until he's fully seated inside her. She feels so full and tight around him, her walls gripping him like velvet vice.

He begins to move slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to the sensation of being taken anally for the first time. Her nerves tingle with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. As he grows more confident, so does she; moaning loudly and arching her back against him as he fills her completely. Heat rushes to her face from the thrill of being naught

"Oh, Mr. #1722210229375..." she whispers, her voice trembling with desire and surprise. "That feels... incredible." Her fingers grip the sheets beneath her as he continues to pound into her tight ass, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. She's never imagined anything like this could feel so good. "Don't stop," she begs, arching her hips upwards to meet each of his powerful thrusts.

With a growl of approval, he picks up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder into her ass. The sensation is exquisite torture; she's never felt so full, so wanted. Her body betrays her, arching up off the bed in instinctive response to his touch. She grips his shoulders, digging her nails in as he drives her toward the edge of ecstasy. Each thrust sends shockwaves through her core, drawing another moan from her lips.

"That's it, Rebekah," he breathes against her neck. "Let go for me." She closes her eyes, focusing on the feel of him moving inside her, relishing in the freedom to explore this newfound desire that has been locked away for so long. With a shuddering cry, she comes apart beneath him, her body tensing and spasming as waves of pleasure wash over

Her orgasm sends shockwaves through her body as she cries out his name, arching off the bed and writhing beneath him. The sensation of being filled by him in this way is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it leaves her breathless and wanting more. She whimpers softly as he continues to pound into her, taking what she so willingly offers. The pleasure radiates through every fiber of her being, leaving her limp and satisfied in its wake. As the last tremors subside, she collapses back onto the bed with a contented sigh.

"That," she whispers hoarsely, "was beyond anything I could have imagined." Her eyes meet his, filled with gratitude and an unspoken promise of whatever he may desire in return for this gift of release.

My menstrual cycle typically lasts around 28 days and I am most fertile in the middle, usually around day 14. Please let me know if you would like any further information or if there's anything else I can do to help secure our arrangement.