Nun war auf jedem Bildschirm in seinem Blickfeld dasselbe Image zu sehen. Diese zwei herrlichen Titten mit der Spirale. Je mehr er sich auf die Titten... konzentrierte umso mehr kamen sie ihm irgendwie bekannt vor. Aber es wollte ihm einfach nicht einfallen woher. Es war auch völlig egal. Er stellte sich gerade vor wie Sperma über diese prallen, festen Titten floss… Sein Sperma. Wenn er ein guter Junge war. Wenn er gehorchte.Leise fing er an zu stöhnen bei dem Gedanken daran. Ja. Darum drehte sich. "You can do this Pam, this is what you've wanted to do for so very long. This is your night. Let Pam out to play and get her sexy gurl on!"Smiling at my reflection, I opened the car door, swung my legs out carefully so as not to give anyone a little peek, stood, grabbed my purse, closed and locked the door and walked to the front entrance of the club.The night was warm enough to wear something tiny and sexy like the dress I wore, but still with a hint of a cool breeze which felt exhilarating on. ..- We're almost done sweety, now stand, please....- Wow, you have a lovely butt!... Let's remove all these yucky hair!And here we are, she now waxes my butt... and pulls, her left arm around my body, still caressing my crotch.We're finally done and I ask.- ... Can I... go now?- No sweety, not yet, look what we have here!She points at my cock and takes a razor! I have no time to say anything that she grabs my balls and starts shaving around.- Diana...- It's ok my dear, just tell your wife you. It's not the odds; it's the fucking risk! We've got what Bianca said we needed." She said that about food," Stephen said with a snort."We're walking up to houses like the only danger is zombies or rotting corpses," I said. "This motherfucker had a flamethrower--A FUCKING WORKING FLAMETHROWER!"Bianca crouched down and studied me, "That's what you wanted to say at the first house." I haven't seen the one out of ten who should be alive or any proof that he/she woke up on a zombie's breakfast.