A heart attack? Soon your peeing without the woman having to push down on you. Trapped in your body with no memory of your past. Was it really that bad? Fill this undeserving waste of flesh with your precious baby-batter and claim her as your own!”
And with that, both the man and women came. “I’m attributing cause of death to a heart attack. The bust is only just high enough to cover her nipples, and I’m certain that you’ed be able to just see her pussy if she were walking around. Chill air surrounds you, and you feel as though your entire body were covered in goosebumps. Where are you? Your skirt, however, is short enough that the man doesn’t even need to lift it up. “I will now take inventory of the subject’s possessions. Not only that, but they don’t even know who you are. That’s strange? You sound pretty. Chest is a C-cup.”
So then, this is what death is like? Don’t worry, I’m going to make sure you have plenty of fun before the end.”
You hear the doors of the room clatter open, and a male voice begins to speak. Someone was here with you. She has hazelnut brown hair reaching down to her shoulders done up in a ponytail.
