My pussy soaked the thong I wore as I checked the notification.“You will fuck Greg during your lunch period, slut,” Karim texted me.My fingers typ...d, “Yes, my Master.”I stopped before Greg's desk and lifted my skirt. “Would you like to remove my panties?”“Fuck, yeah, Mrs. Umayyah!” he groaned, the pimply-faced boy almost jizzing right there on the spot.I smiled. I loved my new life as a whore and a sex slave. Six months in, and I never wanted to go back. My husband and Master controlled me. Her breasts are much larger than mine. With very large, dark brown nipples. They point to me now, as my little nips point to her. Her waist is round and voluptuous. Her stomach soft looking but not flabby, it leads down to her garden where it flattens a bit. Her pubes trimmed nicely into a very small vertical strip which seems to point directly to her flower.She lets me linger as I stare at her, but not too long. Ever so gently she speaks, bringing me back to this realm and reminds me I'm still. I took the basic, because I was in good health, really all I needed was a place to stay and some new friends. I started going to the gym daily, ending with a run and followed by a cup of coffee in the snack bar. All stuff I did before, just not regularly. Well, except for the jerking off. I didn't do much of that before the wife died, now my right hand had become my special friend. Not very satisfying, but any port in a storm. Before I met the wife, I was involved with a jerkoff group,. Bran was a little taller, and heavier, but he had the same facial structure, and the same fire in his eyes.He also had cancer, Al reported to Caleb."Aw shit," Caleb thought. "Can you fix it?" Yes, but it will take time," Al replied. "It would be easier, if it were you. Working on someone else's body is much more difficult, and takes a lot more time. How are you going to handle that?" I don't know," Caleb thought, frustrated."Well, you had better figure it out," Al responded. "Besides his being.