"I'm upstairs." came a replySam slowly climbed to stairs and find John half naked in a room she assumed was his. As she walked in he smiled at her "I ...new you'd come, please sit down"Sam sat down on the bed, looking around "Were you serious about the sex?" Do you want me to be serious?" Sam gave a slight nod "Then I'm serious."He walked over to her and started to unbutton her blouse, and threw it on the floor. He have her a hug and undid her bra, throwing it by the blouse. What perfect breast. “Come back to my place and make love to me please Ricky”. OMG. I didn’t need a second invitation. Thankfully her place was only 20 minutes on the tube from the pub, and we travelled like a couple, holding hands, kissing and cuddling. As soon as we got through the door I had her against the wall, kissing her passionately, my hands exploring her body. My suit jacket and tie were soon off, and she grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. She pushed me back on to the bed, and then slowly, and. It pulled back out then rubbed my clitoris. My whole body shook. It tingled and burned down there. Then I felt it push against my tight slit again.My hips instinctively pushed back. What am I doing? This time when it pushed through, it kept going. My body was jumping with every inch as it crept deeper. It got deeper and deeper. Then I heard Brad's voice, “That's better isn't it?” I must have groaned because they both made approving sounds.Then I felt the thong being pulled back up and I was. Blue skies and clouds as far as the eye could see. It wasn’t so bad really. I wasn’t hungry, I wasn’t tired, I wasn’t anything really. I was dead; this was honestly more than I expected. Thankfully they kind of turned off my need for stimulation before they put me in here. Whoever “they” are; they’ve just called themselves “The Company.” You could practically hear the capital letters.I was purchased after my death, apparently. Wholesale. The god of my world had a chosen people and I wasn’t one.