’ ‘OK.’ As far as he could tell, from the five words she had spoken, it sounded like she had an American accent. ‘Can I ask your name?’ ‘W...ich name?’ ‘Which name?’ He parroted back to her. As had been the case since the whole thing had started, he was confused. ‘My old name or the one I am supposed to use?’ ‘They gave you a name?’ ‘Yes.’ He sighed. ‘Your old name.’ ‘Julie Burns.’ ‘You’re American?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Where from?’ ‘We moved around a lot.’ ‘Does that mean you still have family?’ ‘No, they. “Sweet,” he said, “but put on more lipstick.”I applied another coat. “More,” he said.Turned on beyond belief, I painted it on. My lipslooked puffy with arousal, and with all the lipstickon, I looked like a prostitute. I realised that waswhat Paul wanted. He wanted a white whore. The thoughtmade my go so moist and set hundreds of butterfliesloose in my belly. I had never felt such sexualarousal. There followed an hour of the most brutal sex, in factI have to. Myconvulsions triggered David?s, frantic, enormousorgasm, sending cum into the air like a new oil welland dousing my stockings and legs with his manlycream.When we settled a bit, I said, "That was very nice,David, but now my good stockings are all gooey. Howwill I ever clean the mess?I was throwing fast pitches up there and David washitting them all out of the park. The sexuallyinventive gentleman proceeded to lick off all cum hehad sprayed from both of my pretty feet, my calves,and my knees.I. Or so I thought. Too tired to even masturbate (truly a first), I awoke to the feel of boney fingers on my bare thigh, thinking Katrina really needs to eat more. However, glancing down I saw the startling, luminous appearance of the ghost from the New York Public Library in "Ghostbusters." She was smirking ominously, before her translucent body shot straight up to the ceiling, pausing as she glared down at me, then launching herself into a perfect nose dive directly between my spread legs,.