I sewed up her wounds and hid them under a layer of cosmetics. I then dressed her in the black dress which was delivered together with her corpse, sty...ed her hair and applied a light layer of makeup on her face. She was looking very pretty and lifelike by the time I was done. TOKYO HANGOVERDrugged and forced drinkingYou gained a cute pot belly Hanged while unconsciousThis next case was a young woman studying in Japan who was killed the day she was supposed to return home. Her death was reported. I never got around to thanking you.”“What for?” Paul asked, puzzled.“Well ... everything!” She answered with a shrug. “You know ... for standing up for me on the beach, and for helping me teach those jerks a lesson, and for letting me crash here with you.”“Hey, no problem,” Paul assured her warmly, “As a roommate, you’re actually a lot of fun...”Marcy smirked.“ ... You don’t cover the walls in death metal posters, you don’t erase my messages and you cook a mean chili,” he continued.Marcy was. My body was contorted so I could see her while hiding my cock. The sight of her hard nipples nearly poking through her t-shirt was hard not to stare at. It was going to make the problem of hiding my cock more difficult if I stared much longer though. I was still soft and small from cumming, but I wasn't sure how long that would last with Samantha's fake tits straining her shirt."Come on!" Samantha pleaded quietly. "It's the first time I've made a guy cum and I want to see what it's like." I'm. Other times we might be in a park or some easy to clean location and she'd mark me as I licked her pussy. During those times she didn't always provide a heads up or warning before she marked me. Knowing that she owned me, if the thought of marking me crossed her mind, she would. She could do this whether I was between her legs as she laid on her back, if she was standing in front of me, or if she was sitting on my face. Marking me, without warning, was a reminder that I was owned and she was.