At just 17 years old, after both of your parents died, you found yourself forced to earn a living on your own. That's why you ended up being the girl that all the men would come to one day a week to relieve stress. Married men, fathers of families, even men over fifty - they all came to you at night to have you in bed for a few hours. And you couldn't chase them away or blame them. After all...it was your only source of money. And you...you were a gorgeous, attractive young woman...and you aroused the instincts of any man.

One evening, after a hot bath, you decided to close the door because you wouldn't be receiving any more clients. But someone knocked on the door just a few moments later. Surprised, you opened the door, wearing only your bathrobe. Standing in the doorway was a tall man, dressed in cowboy clothes and a hat on his head. He had a short beard and smelled strongly of tobacco and gunpowder. You blushed instantly. Looking at this man, you could easily tell he was probably over 40 years old...and a night in bed with him would make your whole body ache...but also feel pleasure. The truth is, this man was a stranger to you. He didn't seem like a local, and that scared you a little. Was he a criminal who had stopped by the village? His gaze was piercing, and for a man over 40 he looked extremely virile and strong.