You eye strays to the small tents my nipples (now stiff in death) pitch in the light blue fabric. You fingers itch to touch them, to pinch them, and t... caress my pliant breasts.You lick you lips, passion enflamed, as you continue to drink in the sight of my corpse. My hands--now alabaster--are gently folded on the small bulge of my tummy. I hold a single rose between stiff and cold fingers. You close your eyes and remember a time when those fingers--alive and warm--caressed you, and ran. The pain was immense as I was not prepared for it and as I kept my eyes on this new mistress as she too picked up and cane and disappeared behind me. I don’t know how long they kept the punishment up, & I had lost count of the amount of strokes I had taken, but I could feel one of them rub some cold balm or oil onto my skin. My mistress then stood in front of me and unzipped part of her catsuit and out came her huge cock; it made me feel ashamed that mine was pathetically small compared to this. I went to the Femco corporate headquarters in Minneapolis for my interview.The main entrance is covered in pink and black from the tiling on the floor to the walls that were covered in what looks like latex.I walked across the huge entryway to the receptionist desk. The woman behind the desk was possibly the sexiest woman I have ever seen. She was wearing a skin tight midi-dress that barely covered her huge breasts and tight ass. Her bleach blond hair was very wavy and even without her makeup. It may have been the fact that my body wracked with tears caused me not to hear a transportation vehicle or it was the fact that the vehicle was so advance it didn’t have a loud combustible engine that gobbled up the world’s resources. Two officers grabbed my arms to haul me to my feet, I saw in the distance the picture still floating carefree like a dancer in the air. I know I promised my mom that I would keep a low profile and hide my talents but I didn’t want to lose what I had left of my.