So I sortof had to work it out for myself. Had to find out how to keep them in order.How to make sure they behave. How to make sure they don?t go wand...ering off andhow to make sure they keep fit enough to go on doing whatever it is you wantthem to do. There aren?t any books ? well none that are any use. There?s plentyof fantasy out there about how to treat your slaves but none of it seemed torelate to the problems of having them around twenty four hours a day, totallyreliant on you. Besides most. Every time she shot, her breasts and ass jiggled. He finally handed her the AR-15 and two nearly full thirty-round mags. Boom!“Did you see that! Die, motherfuckers!” She was, without a doubt, the best shot in the group, and had kept them all safe so far. Brock fucked her like crazy last week after the latest swarm; he knew killing zombies made her horny. The power rush, the endorphins, whatever it was, she got super randy and rough. At her climax, she even bit him on his shoulder hard enough to. He walked her to the door, and found a reserve of passion as they kissed. Then he staggered to bed and collapsed. Thoughts of Carolyn kept intruding during Tim's day. It wasn't that he had trouble concentrating during the rehearsal, more that the idle times were occupied with the events of the past two days. After the previous evening, he was sure that Carolyn wasn't just leading him on. He couldn't be certain after the first night that she really wanted him, but she'd made that clear. .. alone."The man turned slowly towards Travis. He ran his tongue over the inside of his cheek, "The little faggot has a voice after all. Your pretty little girl is a little young for you, don't you think? Are you bringing jailbait into a nice wholesome place?"Travis seethed and his hands clenched into fists. In a flash Black Tooth jumped at him to seize him by the collar of his jacket with both hands. Travis saw him dive and then he didn't. The man grabbed thin air because Travis was now.