Airrrrr. ppppllessss." I twist her head back. Spit right down her throat with out hitting anything. Ram my cock down her throat again! Mutt throat fuc...s me again! Her hand is pounding her asshole! I pull her ehad back. "open your mouth! do not swallow!"I spit in her useless mutt mouth. miem plows her ass deeper! After ten minutes my mutt's mouth is full of my spit. "don't spill one drop mutt! that is what you are right?' Miem looks up mouth gapping, mouthful of spit. tears stain her face. I. She was going to ruin my whole fucking summer vacation if I didn't do something real fast.Why, the girl probably spends half her life on her knees praying, while I spend half my life on my knees...well, I really don't have time to go into that just now.I decided right then and there just what I needed to do. You know me, I just couldn't let my parents get the best of me. And of course, you know they won't.Think I'll let Claudette tell you the rest.I'm Claudette de Pardieu and I am so happy to. I decided to put it on, what could it hurt to see what I looked like in it, I thought to myself. The spaghetti straps fell gently across my shoulders, the heart shaped top fell gently across my breasts, and the feel of the satin against my skin made me feel beautiful. I looked in the mirror to see what I looked like. I felt as if a different woman was staring back at me. She looked sexy and sensual standing there in this little slip of a nighty. Her hair fell onto her shoulders. She. The torch was then used once more to cauterize the wounds. Why I'll never know, we zombies don't bleed, never had, never will. My reaction to all of this was not exactly what my torturers were expecting, but hell, we zombies don't have much feeling; that's not our fault. Allow me to introduce myself; I'm Mariah 377, manufactured in October 2072, too late, it turned out, to be of any influence on the final resolution of Civil War 3 that finally settled matters for good. I, like a few of the more.