"Ahh," JoJo moaned in contentment as she felt her pussy filled once more. She used her hands to lift herself up before dropping back down on his cock,...but it wasn't fast enough for Paul. Pressing her against the wall of the shower, he spread his legs until each of his feet were pressed hard against the sides of the tub. With his new leverage he began pumping up into her pussy with force. "Fuck me," JoJo whispered into his ear. She closed her eyes and let the pleasure wash over her. She wasn't. We had not yet had the results of our tests for STDs so he told me to use my new company credit card to go and buy extra changes of sluttish clothes to wear to work. Apart from shopping, I spent my time learning how to make myself useful around the office. After a few days our results came back: we were both clear of any infection. That night Len took me to dinner with one of his clients and after dinner, in the clients hotel room I started my new profession. As soon as we were in his room I. I give no explanations or justification for what mylife has become. My journals relate what was done to me over ten weeks of mytraining as a slave to Sir, my master. I was instructed to keep a hand writtenrecord of my training and to include the feelings and emotions that my ordealsaroused in me. I hated writing about what I was enduring at first but as theweeks passed my time with pen and paper became a solace to me. Recently, I decided to publish my journals. I am not a writer and when Iset. ”“It also resists infection and gangrene,” Leza added, indicating this didn’t come as a complete surprise.“Yet I learned even more from your samples. I’m not sure how to say this, but technically, you’re more dead than alive.” Leza’s eyes widened, so he hurried to explain. “You’ve got such a high percentage of zombie cells, you should be undead by now. Any tissue I expose to your blood turns the sample, but in your case you haven’t.”She nodded, stroking her chin. “That might explain why the.