The guy that provided the warehouse had only one condition, in order for us to have free access to his building he wanted to fuck me three times a wee... for a month. Daryl came up with a monetary figure to place in the contract that the person who provided the facility would accept as rental. The price would come out of my ass when the guy sexed me, he wanted six hours three times a week for three weeks. We argued it down to two sessions a week for four hours and no one to be in the building. I died...My last thoughts were of the universe and my assigned task. I thought of the couple who adopted my last body, a damaged, young, girl, and loved her without rules. Angela DeBusque was loved by her last parents, even if she was never loved by her first ones, and her last parents happened to be the President of the United States and First Lady, which was ironic, since in one of my most prolific lives, I served as President, and was the one who appointed him to the Office of Vice. I watched her ass cheeks swing, oscillate tremendously while she was walking. I could feel a very big bulge between my thighs lifting my jeans slight high though I had wore underwear inside. When we entered her bedroom, I dragged her by her hand, grabbed her waist and kissed her lips passionately until our saliva got exchanged. I bit her earlobes and kissed her forehead, eyelids, cheeks, chin and then moved to her breasts. I slowly moved down with my face getting rubbed along her nighty and. As they did so they passed by the whimpering Rodney, who remained in the fetal position, reddish-white liquid dripping down one buttcheek.A little later, George rounded the corner of his hut and headed toward Tina and Dylan.“Git up,” he directed.Dylan’s head still hurt but he could stand without help.“We’re headin’ to the other camp ... gonna make a trade. C’mon...” George turned away.“NO!” Both Tina and Dylan said together, and then she continued, “I’m not going back, George!”He turned back.