"Show Jim through to Claire, M. Make sure he is prepared and help him mount her."M took Jim through to the lounge area. Claire was certainly prepared,...she was completely naked already and as Jim entered the room she wiggled her rear at him and straight away bent down over the table and spread her legs. Her rear was gorgeous, round and inviting with lovely wide hips set off by a deliciously tiny little waist. The spread between her legs was wide and welcoming too. M had to urge Jim to control. ”“That’s not her pee hole that’s her fucking hole.”“It’s all wet. Has she peed herself?”“She’s been in the river stupid.”“That’s not river water.” Emma said.“Does she want to be fucked if her hole is all wet?”“Maybe,” Emma said, “she’s ready for it.”“How do you know Emma, have you been fucked?”No answer.“Who’s going to fuck her then?”“Not me.”“Not me.”“I will.”“No you won’t.” Emma said, “No one will. That would be rape.”“But she hasn’t said ‘No’.”“You’re still not going to fuck her.” Emma. Going through the same chemical process as all other products from the company her flesh turns in to a durable soft rubber feeling like real flesh to the touch. With her head severed from her body the chemical is pumped directly into her neck hole to chemically treat her insides, afterwards she's submerged in a tank of chemical to rubberize the outside.The first thing out of the chemical bath is her head an employee takes her head and prepares it for testing brushing of the hair applying up the. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner. According to the note, the museum found the contents of the journal inappropriate for either display or academic study.The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to.