“I said serve, not worship.” It was a distinction that I hoped Ursula and the others under Mark and Mary's power wouldn't question. “Don't you w...nt to serve the Ghost? Don't you want to feel that wonderful touch of his on your ass, his words hissin' in your ear, tellin' you all the filthy thangs he wants to do to your sweet, young body?”“I do,” Ursula nodded. “More than anythang.”“We need to let him know that. We need to reach across the barriers between life and death and let the Ghost feel. Tania though continued to move, grinding against his thigh to the same rhythm, and swinging gently side to side. Her sex was wide open now, a dark red hole that wept for him, her sticky juices seeping gently. Silently she offered herself to him, swaying hypnotically over his lap, enticing him, teasing him, daring him to take it further. Gently he repositioned her body, forcing her head further down until her perfect pink orbs were peaked as high as she could get them. Placing his hands on. I sat between Miss Krystal and Harmony on the bench front seat of the official FOSA sedan, seat belt buckled. I may have been naked—in compliance with Program regulations—but I was 'safe' because I had that fabric belt cinched around my waist!I watched Miss Krystal's breasts wobble with the motion of the car. I wasn't staring, honest—but I could see them in my peripheral vision."Hey!" Harmony grumped. "I'm over here!" I thought you didn't like boys," I said in defense. Harmony wasn't hard on. Or better yet, ask Hillary."The Mara all laugh. Even they get that joke. "We have to get rid of the other one's body. Take good care of theTChica. She's the only one we have left." Roberto and the Mara leave.The doctor and I are alone. He locks the door. The doors of the Maras'Escalade slam, and they roar away. The doctor hovers over me."Do you have any feelings in your balls and in your breasts?" Yeah, like a coyote is chewing my scrotum. My boobs feel like a coupleof hot bowling balls.