.it's a good job I'm on the pill...some nights I have so much spunk pumped into me by the clients that I lose count of how many loads of cum have actu...lly been shot up me? I mean...I'm really enjoyin' meself, so I don't keep count...I love being fucked, me...an' I love being fucked up the arse too..." she looked at me and smiled guiltily, "...you are gonna poke me arse, ain't ya, Daddy"? I nodded feverishly, "Oh yes, little bitch...rest assured..." Gemma beamed and then remembered something. I darted past him and started walking backwards in front of the shopping cart.“Come on, Sam,” I teased, biting down on my lower lip and hand-flipping my long hair back over my shoulders. “Let's have some fun.”“OK,” he replied.I headed for the condom aisle, with Sam following me, with the shopping cart. I purposefully made sure he got a good look at my bare ass booty as we entered the condom aisle. I grabbed a box of prophylactics, that read “extra sensation” and tossed it in the cart.I looked. She had three children living with her and had lost a fourth. The loss was tragic for her and her husband. Eventually they separated and divorced. She also enjoyed online role-playing games, and frequently volunteered as a kind of advisor to them. One day in the middle of their discourse, she had sent him a message requesting an open connection and the messenger program asked him if he’d like to do that. Not knowing what that meant, he responded with an okay. Soon, he was downloading something. They then rolled her to the other side to complete the process and then let her roll back onto her back with a thud, her feet rolling wildly from side to side, the toe tag swaying with the movement.Carlos took one final picture of Saema’s slightly stiff corpse before Victoria grabbed a clear plastic morgue tarp and draped it over her unceremoniously. The girl’s nipples pressed firmly against the see-through plastic, the oozing drops of blood making a crimson smear against the plastic. Carlos.