"Prostitutes? What prostitutes? Is Badra your whore? Do you think I will be?" No." Badra tried to calm her. "We just had to put on a little act to pas... the checkpoints leaving Grozny. Trent has never laid a finger on me. We are simply partners in your rescue."Isidora accepted this explanation, but she was still angry."Well, I won't be your whore either." She sulked and then moved as far away from me as she could and still remain seated in the truck. Isidora had had a very hard day, and given. .. think..." he started to say, but stopped,surprised at the sound of his own voice. "What have you done to me?"I laughed for a second, then looked at him with the seriousness of aheart attack. "I did nothing. All I did was destroy your body, to thepoint where a replacement was necessary. And, of course, you helped tofree up that body for yourself. You should be thankful I allowed you tolive, to enjoy this second chance."He looked at me, stunned. "What do you mean?!" He looked down at his. The simple shock of seeing your future self masturbating to you masturbating would do that to anyone. She tried to think of something to say but for all the things she had seen travelling with the Doctor this was both utterly new and utterly unexpected. She was frozen, mouth wide and hand still inside her cunt.Future Clara for her part remained silent. Mostly because she was beginning to remember this encounter and she was fairly certain that she didn't say anything yet. Partly because she was. He sighed, but was reminded by Liza how much he needed her in times like these. He showed the full appreciation for this woman many times.Even now he was balls deep in Liza as she reminded him that he was neglecting his healing process. Too bad. Couple of minutes later she was bent over his bed receiving every bit of his love and care that she could. Their tattoos flared every time their skin would touch and that amplified everything. The sex was amazing.He moved slowly. Careful not to jar his.