Just a little bit third letter

Dear Mario
Last night was less unpleasant. The Goombas who interrupted my writing the last letter came. One of them asked me, well demanded I use my fun bags as he called them to pleasure him. He promised they would leave me alone if I did so, I laid back and the Goofball climbed onto me and stuck his penis between my breasts and let me message it. It was very hard and not entirely unpleasant but I knew I was blushing. My lower region was wet. He seemed to make strange sounds, grunts before he let his seed spray on me. The goomba laughed as he hopped off. The others left. I don't know what will happen next time but I fear not only what they will **** me to do but also what I may be willing to do next time. Please save me.