Also, my nipples were a little tender. I decided it mightbe some residual effect from when she'd changed me and would changeafter Mary changed me back...With just two days left, I was at school in the bathroom when I noticedsomething; I was bleeding a little down there. I decided I needed totalk to Mary about it, maybe she was changing me more and something wasgoing wrong. It wasn't five minutes after that when someone came to myclass and told the teacher I was wanted in the principles office.I. Now shehad a mission in life and a family again.Pat had been almost a grandfather to her, and she had wanted to askhim to be the godfather as Monica had already been asked to begodmother. But those damn Internal Affairs bastards had caused hisdeath.The cops had been investigating the organization, hoping to proveMonica no better than her late Grandfather, and that had caused him todie. Pat had merely been collateral damage. Oh they hadn't put him ina position of danger. They had just pushed too. It’s no use, there isn’t a shred of dignity preserved in me. I have his piss in my hair, on my face, in my eyes (despite trying to hold them tightly shut), in my mouth, on my breasts. I am totally and completely degraded and abused. By men my husband brought to my home and charged for raping me. And finally, the last rapist is at the end of the rope. The sight of his friend showering me in piss, accompanied with the way my tight anal sphincter must be still squeezing his cock, he is finished.. However, I got the idea to have her play with herself. ‘Alright Jessica. Since you’re so eager to see me, go to your room right now and play with yourself, imagining me taking you at my pleasure.’ ‘Mmmmm. Okay master :)’ ‘But, you must do it for fifteen minutes. After that time, you will send me some pictures. Only if they are sexy enough will I let you cum.’ ‘Alright. I’m in my room now.’ I didn’t text her for fifteen minutes. I sat at my desk, trying to do work, but the thought of Jessica.