Now she is nought but a fit, soiled, latex-coated mannequin. She sits in her own faeces. Shelly has been processed. Her body and brain have been made ...erfect for the Master. The Master pumps the slimy hood over the tip of his leathery cock as he enters the chamber. He is so horny over what he has willed to happen. Shelly sits in brainwashed obedience as he comes to her. She stinks like sex. He gently sniffs her for a while, smelling her head from behind, smelling her soiled mouth. He sucks her. As my fingers moved between her lips I found her to be completely soaked. I couldn't help myself, I had to taste her. I worked my way down, spread her lips and took my first taste. She tasted like heaven and so wet! It wasn't long before I had two fingers working inside her while my lips and tongue worked her clit. Her orgasm came on strong and fast. Her hands tightly gripped my head and pushed it forcefully into her beautiful spot. I loved every minute of it. I lapped up the resulting. When the leaks changed to good news, the networks obediently reported all about that, making up anything they couldn't get from their 'sources.' For two days they reported that I was to be released from the hospital at any time, and that 'highly placed sources' in the Dryden Administration said that my only wish was to work in the White House, before I died.After that, the public pretty much DEMANDED Hawk Dryden find a job for me at Sixteen-Hundred Pennsylvania Avenue, and surprise, surprise,. She smiled sweetly and then sat back down with her thigh now touching mine. Whoops she says, I'm glad I didn't spill on you. This wine has more of a kick than I expected. She smelled wonderful and I could feel a very strong desire building up in me. To my surprise my jeans where getting very tight in the crotch. Finally Sarah walked in the room looking like her usually fit, beautiful, head turning self. I stood up and turned to the window, pretending to look out at something so that neither one.