In the year nineteen-thirty-four, she was buried in Resurrection Cemetery in an unmarked grave. That’s when the sightings began.People, mostly men, ...wore they’d seen her. She’d show up wanting a ride on Archer Avenue — but disappear as soon as the unsuspecting driver got close to the cemetery. Cab drivers reported a girl disappearing out of their taxi when they approached the graveyard gates.In the seventies, there came reports of handprints burned into those iron entrance gates. Some claimed. I told her that she would remain blindfolded the entire time but that that was no excuse for a poor performance. She got down on her hands and knees, crawled up to me and rubbed her face on my midsection. “Yes sir,” she replied. I ordered her to stand up and strip for me and she did a masterful job of it considering that she couldn’t see. She was wearing a thin white top, tight jeans and black heels. After my instructions, she stood up and tore her top in half, letting it fall to the floor at. Her juiceswere dripping out of her and onto the table as she played. She lookedaway from where her arm was being removed and up to the mirror again.She looked strange without her legs. 'My legs are gone now' She thought,'I'll never walk again on my own two feet. This is so freaky!"She heard a wet popping sound as her left arm was removed. It happenedso quickly she didn't have time to reach another orgasm but she reachedup and touched her arm on last time before it was taken away.The med-bot. I gave my live-in companions complete sexual freedom, and they had a stable of sexy guys they also loved to fuck around with. I loved to watch them being romanced by some other men; it aroused me, and also appealed to some inner part of me that occasionally gave me a jolt of jealousy I had to manage. Brita told me I liked to be cuckolded, but I had trouble applying that model when I lived such a sexually-intensive life with five of them most of the time.My love life – my sex life – had taken a.