As you hurry to unload the coffins into the labYou can't help but hate yourself for accepting this shitty job as you pass unopend lab after lab, final... at the right one, repeatimg this 3 more times was a challenge in its selfWith each coffin you et more and more tiedWith the final coffin in you rest against the table they were places onAs your eyes start to go on you"yes rest don't worry about a thing... It'll be easier thst way"That was the last thing you here the doc say befor nothing, then. "That's right. But keep this in mind, Iona. If they suspect that you're a threat, they won't hesitate to try to kill you," stated Amelia."I've been studying my defensive spells. Will they act the same on a succubus, or an incubus for that matter?" Most spells are effective against them. A true succubus is a primitive creature compared to humans, and is more susceptible to magic than physical harm," answered Aunt Kayla."Good." Now a mutant may not react the same. Your spells might have no effect. 'Who do you belong to, Stacey?' SMACK. 'You, Daddy!' SMACK 'What are you, Stacey? SMACK. 'I'm Daddy's little whore!' SMACK. 'Good Gurl, you're coming along nicely.' I felt another hard cock wrapped in a condom at the entrance of my pussy as two hands gripped my hips. It must have been one of the truckers! Daddy was already starting to share me with them, and not just putting on a show! In the chats, he said he'd turn me over to whatever truckers were there, wanting to use me, and pimping me. “Not the memory I was going for…” “Are you kidding me? Those shoes are amazing!” “I was more focused on the other amazing things that happened that night.” “Really?” I ask, dumbfounded. “How could you not remember those shoes? They made my calves look so hot.” He drops his head back on the pillow and covers his face with his arm, exasperated. I sigh and attempt to help him recall all the events of that evening, hoping he’ll eventually remember my favorite pair of shoes and how good I looked in.