He doesn’t waste time on introductions.“You see the electric pole?”“We can get by it, it won’t look pretty, but we can.”“Can’t ask for...more.” He goes on to point out the arrangement, where the casket will have to be set. I notice an alcove off to the side of the altar with a saxophone leaning in the corner. He follows my gaze.“We don’t have a piano, but his Uncle Charlie said he’d come play. He’s pretty good, used to play in the clubs.”I want to say something pleasant, something helpful, but. I looked up at the sound, as slowly and deliberately he began to rip the photograph into small pieces. ?Well unfortunately our hero is no more. He has gone for good, and has been replaced by a poor trapped naked slaveboy.? I sniffed and tried to hold back my tears, hold back some dignity, as he lifted the toilet seat and flushed away my past down the toilet. With a grin, he reached onto a shelf in the toilet and pulled something out. He threw an item of clothing at me. ?Get dressed,? he. My back was pretty (it was!), and the scars were part of my back, and so they were pretty, too. Does that make sense? Of course not, but that's what I saw. I suddenly felt very, very desirable. A man would want me now! My nipples were so hard that they hurt."Hurry!" the girl said, and she took my hand, and I let her lead me out of the room. All the other naked girls were hurrying out of the dressing room, too, into a huge marbled hall, where we all lined up, waiting, waiting.The line seemed to. Mick pulls me into a kneeling position and kisses my neck -- I turn slightly and out tongues play as we kiss ----Jen kisses up my body as she joins us!! She still has a cocktail of Mick’s cum and my own all over her mouth and face ---- I hold her head and french kiss her --- not for the first time we kiss -- but this time --- I know that more is to follow... As me and Jen finish the kiss -- I see Mick walk into bathroom --- Jen says -- Fuck me Wend did you really meet him on line -- I smile and.