Sexual healing!

Max was slowly loosing her patients, Carlo Anotelli had **** her to fuck him in a sick try out to see if her transgenic DNA had the capability to restore his paralysed legs; and it had worked, only moments ago he had got up to walk after over twenty years in a wheelchair. Max had thought he would have been grateful that she had assisted him, but Don Carlo Anotelli, patriarch of the mafia crime family was known to have a black heart. No he wasn’t done with Max, he would use this new found miracle for his own gain.

“You truly are special Max, and not just your DNA, you fuck like a little minx.”

“What do you want, a personal sex toy?” Max asked her anger clear as day. “Please” Carlo patronised her, “You just gave me my legs back”...

...“If others knew what your genes were capable of” he paused as his mind processed the possibilities, “Just imagine what could be accomplished, imagine the profit.”

“So you’ll have paraplegics, rich paraplegics, fuck me to make you rich?” Max snapped. “My dear, you are clever” he said mockingly, “Not sheer genius, but that is the gist of it yes.”

“And if Manticore were to hear of this, they’d know immediately that it is me you have.” Carlo was brought down from his dreams of exploiting Max at this new light and his expression changed as his eyes narrowed at her, “Manticore. I suppose you are right” Carlo responded. “They will try and take you from me, and while I have considerable muscle behind me, I cannot take on a government sub-division.”

“I suppose we will have to ensure they cannot interfere”...