It feels like impending death, which I suppose it is. My memories will be gone, as will most of what makes me me. I'll just be the raw material for ...omeone new. The real Martina.He tried to explain how it would work, something to do with a new personality template, but I neither understood nor cared. The words just washed over me. The mechanism doesn't matter.It's funny. It really is. In my life I've found a few things that I've felt like I needed, that weren't just whims. I've had. “I just knew that the person who was at the door was going to come into the kitchen, Steve.”She went on to explain that, Kevin walked in with a guy called Damon, he was a contractor and he was to measure the master suite. “I was naked, Steve,” Christy screamed, Naked, in front of this guy and I had to show him what we wanted in the bathroom.”“You took him to the master bathroom?”“Yes, he followed me and I had to explain to him what we wanted. I had no idea what we wanted; I had no idea that. She thought about calling me but figured there was no way I’d take her back. My hotwife was now a d**g addicted street whore. She found a way to feed her habit though. There was a run down apartment on the Southside managed by a Jamaican man named Trenton. It was basically a crackhouse. The upstairs was nothing but beds where junkies would go to get high and nod off. She’d talk someone into letting her take a hit of anything if she in turn sucked theirs dick or even just jacked them off. It was. Tomo leaned down and looked into my eyes. “Hye-jin,” Tomo whispered, “you are so lovely, I can’t resist.” Tomo reached behind me and pulled me close as our lips found each other. His hands roamed down to my hips and pulled up the back of my uniform. “One thing I cannot resist is sexy nylons.” The soaking wet Tomo caressed my thighs, running his hands up and down my stocking tops and along the garter straps, then gently stroked my panties. His bare dick was stuck between my legs, sliding along.