It was like that moment just before you wake upfrom a dream, when you're still sleeping but somehow you know you'redreaming. I remember things in fla...hes, mostly taking place in a smallnondescript white room full of doctors and nurses. There were beepingsounds and machines and lots of dull pain. I remember waking up to aface full of bandages and an aching body, to nurses huddled over medoing this and that with little instruments. And there was thisreoccurring dream of a treadmill. I would. Give me some sticky sperm to play with."In a violent swoop, I sat up on my haunches and grabbed Loretta by the throat, forcing her underneath me, turning her on her back. I yanked her back into my cock, under my balls. She yelped. "Oh! Cum on me you sexy asshole!" Fucking lick my balls you sexy little girl." Mmm!" She eagerly tongued my nutsack, spitting vulgarities while I beat my cock with her panties. "Cum! Cum on me! You cocky hot bastard!" I'm going to empty my balls on your pretty face!". I didn’t realize that you were really singing,” she said, which didn’t help.“How did you get the soundtrack?” I asked.“Rita sent it over.”“Dear Lord. She heard that and still wanted me to sing?” I asked as I looked up for divine intervention.“Have you had any voice training?” Jett asked.“No.”“Good. I know we only have a couple of weeks, but I think we can get you to the point where you can hold your own. Your tone needs some work, but the lower portions of your sound could be special. It’s your. You ... you... slut!“And with that she burst into tears.Suddenly she was shivering like crazy. She was barefoot, but that could wait. The first thing I did was get her into her parka. She didn’t help at all. She just blubbered. Meanwhile Karla got out of the sleeping bag like it was on fire. It’s not that hard to put a parka on a girl, even if she’s not helping, so I had a chance to contrast and compare, so to speak. Karla wasn’t covering anything up, either. Her body was slimmer looking,.