I got the sample off of an illegal immigrant.You really are very hot. Let's give that new body of yours a goodtry out."***"Okay," the police detective...said slowly, "lets just go throughthis again."The black hooker sitting across the table from him noddedhesitantly."Your real name is Jesus Martinez, not Trixie and you're anillegal immigrant from Mexico." Si, that's right," the woman replied, "they told me that if Igave them all my money they'd give me the body change virus for alegal US. She swayed, the toe of her left boot just making contact with the floor. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she repeated slowly. She’d yelled herself hoarse, screaming Leda’s name.Hobbling to the record-shop bag, she snatched it up and searched out the Baby Ruth bars at the bottom. She’d bought one and gotten one free from Mr. Klause, when he’d rung up her sale and bagged her items. The bars were all the food she had; she had no water, at all, so locating Leda’s kitchen and/or a bathroom topped her list of. I undressed and fell into the soft bed. I hugged the pillow tightly. It had the scent of my mom. Now I missed her more. Even in that situation, her scent was enough to turn me on. My chain of thoughts was interfered by my phone’s notification tone. I picked it up and it was my mom’s WhatsApp message. She said“Dear, am gonna miss your for the upcoming week”“Don’t stay out late”“Go home soon and after having dinner, sleep on our bed if you feel lonely”“Your Evangeline aunt will be there tomorrow. Which was absolutely perfect.I started to work her panties down when she suddenly stopped me, "Get on the corner of the bed...please." I did as she asked and she proceeded to do a semi strip tease for me, slowly working her skirt off, all the while talking dirty. "Damn I'm so horny and so close to cumming. Do you want this cock?" she asked, rubbing her dick through her panties near my face. I barely gasped out a yes. Sliding her panties down enough to see the head of her cock she sexily asked,.