The wait seemed interminable."James." Sally McKenzie's mellow contralto. "If ... may I call you that?"I smiled at her. "If it's okay to call you Sally..." Ready to go?" Absolutely."She'd ordered a taxi. Parking at the hospital is difficult and expensive and the taxi can stop right by the entrance. It's a silent ride back home and Sally paid the fare."Be gentle with her," she said as we walked up the path to the front door. I looked at her, eyebrows raised. "You'll understand," was all she added.I. She put on the black outfit, and fixed her hair carefully. She put on a lot of makeup, like the models. He had a darker shade of lipstick on the table, and she used that.She heard the car arrive, and he came in immediately. She had turned down the lights, and stood under the window, the sunlight in her hair, her shoulders leaning back, and her hips thrust out, the thong emphasizing her pussy. His expression of surprise and pleasure at seeing her gorgeous body displayed for him was just what she. I raised a hand to hand to mynipple, and found it puffy and sore. There were red marks on my breasts,where somebody had pawed at them. I wiggled my fingers. Somebody hadpawed at them with my own hand.My vagina felt very strange, and a little sore, like I'd masturbated, butin a weird way. My clitoris was aching, but the actual opening wascompletely fine -- just wet. I shivered. This was too weird. I think if Ihadn't been feeling the residual horniest, left over from whoever wascontrolling my. 38 shoulder rig on. I felt better with some kind of self defense capability. The fat chick had impressed on me that I was not indestructible by any means. If someone turned me into scrap there was no guarantee they could or would salvage the computer and give me new life. I would be just as dead as the flesh and blood me in a freezer somewhere outside DC. Most likely my ass rested beside the carcass of last years deer kill. Maxine sharing a cold storage locker with bambi now that was.