The expression on her face couldn’t be described for in a fact it was neutral, neither pleasure or disgust. She was covered in the seed of man, grea... dollops of cum, most dry but some still dripping over her skin. Even her hair had traces of discharge and around her mouth that was caked in it. Her tits and they were not small bore the marks of a thorough mauling, in other words she was a mess. He lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom and there for quite some time cleaned her up; she. I couldn’t tell for sure if he had done that on purpose, at least not until hepressed down even harder. I felt his asshole against my lips as he reached down to finger my pussy and said, “Shit yeah, baby,suck my asshole clean for me. Go ahead and push your tongue right up in there.” I couldn’t believe what he was telling me to do. It was so fucking nasty, and yet I wanted to doanything to please him. So, I laid under him for the longest time, sucking and tonguing his asshole,until he finally. But I doubt that it will stop there. I ... um ... have noticed that ever since my resurrection ... I’ve been even more ... slavish in my absolute devotion to you! It’s ... the Mark of Mark, if you will. When a ghost is resurrected in this kind of body from your touch ... they ... apparently become your absolute, unmitigated slut. Your ... unconditional plaything ... Master!” Tina informed me, with Marcy nodding in full accord.“Yes, I’m afraid that is ... true. Any person resurrected in this. Remember, this was my FIRST ever remotely public wetting, not counting real accidents I had in elementary school, so I was thrilled by the adrenaline of pissing myself but I quickly walked away & got into the car. You couldn't really see the wetness on the black material though. I left some in my bladder so that I could keep drinking water on the way home so I'd be very desperate & continue wetting when I got back to the safety of my house.Another time I wore a pair of black VERY tight dress.