It tasted earthy, and much less vile than the others. Eventually, she got up and began to redress. Before she left she looked at me and laughed. "Jesu... christ, you look like a murder scene." She left while chuckling. I bet I was quite the sight, covered in blood and pussy juice. About a minute later, the bartender walked in with a bucket of water. She laughed when she saw me. "Hey toilet, one of the customers recommended that I clean you off. I can see why." She fiddled with something out of my. " Face hot from tears and frustration and anger and exertion, Trisha whispered again. "Please." "The next part is important," the doctor continued. The silver area in front of her slowly flipped open to reveal a black tray. On top of the tray was what looked like a large white brick, nearly double the size of a loaf of bread. "In two minutes, I will release a gas. This will trigger the genetic mutations I introduced through the injection. I don't know what will happen exactly after this.. He thrust lightly in response, and continued to rub her body. He moved down to the muscles along each side of her spine, using his thumbs and the heels of his hands to dig into her muscles. In the middle of her back was a freckle, and when he got to the area he bent down and kissed it, then licked it firmly, and dug his teeth just barely into her skin. He moved down to her hips, the area right above her ass that was particularly sensitive. Her body relaxed even more and she became even more. Often the guys designated to cook and clean each day would stay behind and we (again I, as my g/f is gay and did not do men, but knows that I need to) were going to give somebody, from 1 to 18 guys, a treat that day. I flicked my hair out, open my clothing up, gathered up my nerves and knocked on cabin #1 Unfortunately, no answer. As I walked down towards Cabin #2 my g/f called out to open my pussy and make sure my coat stays open. Once more I gathered up my nerves and.