”Marek grimaced as his mind conjured up images based on Heather’s description of the final hours of her life. His couldn’t even imagine the tort...re that she had endured at that woman’s hands.“Okay love so you want revenge, I can understand that. So how are we going to do this.” Marek asked grimly.“We, I’m sorry love you can’t help with this, you would be seen, leave finger prints. I have to do this alone.” Heather ended in a whisper, Marek could hear the shake in her voice.“No! You’re not going. When I got my shoes off, I looked up and he had his pants off and his dick was hanging there and he was ready to be serviced. There was very little talking. He just expected me to submit to him and he made it clear what my place was, subordinate to him and he had every intention of using me for his cum slut.I walked over and did what was expected of me. I got between his legs and started sucking him. He had a medium sized dick, nice shape and HARD! He said nothing...After 10 or so minutes down. I still had the idealized body I'd had when I was "recruited." It seemed designed so that I could pass for a guy from seventeen to twenty-five. My body was almost super human with Olympic level strength, speed, agility and dexterity. The date was November 27, 2006, just slightly more than a year after I had died as Darren Hornsby. I had been staying at this fleabag motel for two months and was a regular at Ms. Crystal's establishment.People believed I was a former factory worker from Pittsburgh. My hands sliding her shirt up revealing her perky tits, I leaned over to lick one of her tits, the smell of her sexy pussy rose to my nose.It was a faint pleasant scent, revealing she was wet and ready to fuck. I liked the pussy aroma filling my nose. I knew in a matter of minutes the scent would get stronger, especially as I took charge of her sex. I rubbed my rock hard cock aganist her thighs, as our tongues intermingled again, with lots of open mouth kissing as we got hotter. I kissed and.