I looked like a cheap whore and I loved that feeling for some reason.After some hours, I heard footsteps and as my attention went down the hallway, I ...aw Claire walking in through the door.“Slut, how are you doing?” she asked me.“I am good, ma’am,” I replied with a weak voice.“Good, now get up and clean yourself, we have a long night planned for you,” she replied.“Ma’am, what time is it?” I asked her.“It’s fuck-a-clock, now get going or I’ll have to punish you,“ she said in a stern voice.I got. ”“Then what the fuck can you tell us?” Samantha asks, beginning to get irritated over the sidestep talk. Much of her irritation is because of former boss’ death, which Spencer will help her through later. Right now there are too many other priorities to work through.“Still got that fight in you,” the major remarks. Samantha smirks. “With Winter controlling the Russian and Chinese armies, there is simply no way the TDF or Black List can stop them. Simply put, we are the last line of defense. As myattitude adjusted, they became more complacent. The banter in the carturned to reveal my results at the month's end. I have to admit I wascurious myself. I did not know why my lips felt so funny.By them having me get implants, my breast development was hidden from me.I happily continued to ingest large quantities of T-blocker and estrogen,thinking their fantastic chemistry would negate my hangover. I could notwait to see my new breasts when I went home. Philip knew what he wasdoing. At. "So what is your number?"She said, "I don't want you to think bad of me, though."My reply: "Your number couldn't be any higher than mine."She said, "I think it's somewhere between fifty and seventy-five!"Wow, I was surprised I never knew she was so horny. But it excited me.I had never been with a woman that had been fucked by so many guys. That only made me more curious. I wanted to know about some of them. I wanted to hear her best stories of fucking. Not the duds. She then told me of a.