She had been growing bright blonde pubic hair for a year now, but started shaving the majority of it off, choosing to ignore the picky parts that migh... hurt to get at.Sacha noticed Vicky’s inviting swagger and saw this as an opportunity. She smirked to herself briefly before looking toward the teacher.“Miss, could I go too? We’re on the same calendar and –-““Yes, whatever, quickly now.” Miss Oliver clearly didn’t take kindly to the idea of speaking about periods in public. Sacha beamed and. .. I take you to know that desire, and I enjoy more than anything.” Thorpe sniffed hard at her cunt before she tugged him forward on the leash, to warbling approval from the women who’d see him suffer on the rope, his cock boning erect, as her words provoked more than an element of truth on being led to the gallows by the women of a people he’d seen as no more than chattels. The lushness of that justice was not lost on Minter as he stumbled on his own leash to the benched site within fifty. "Like I said, stay cool," Chip said.Shunk, shunk! The metal shutters slid open, but nothing was behindthem except for inky blackness.Inky blackness...with a side order of three zombies. "Unngghh," one ofthem declared, and they began shuffling towards the girls at a trulyzombitious pace. Steve and Mike began to back off. Dirk, however,nervously waited until he could feel their rotten breath on his face."Uh...TOASTER PASTRY SUPER-PUNCH!" he shouted as he swung at a zombie. His fist landed. What made it worse was that I began to realise I had enjoyed it. I climbed into bed and tried to sleep. The enormity of what had happened burned in my brain. What had I done to make it happen? Was it my fault? Then I wondered how he had known what to do. After all, I was not a dog. Was it normal for a dog to just fuck anything? So many questions. I did finally fall asleep. Saturday morning I wondered if it was the storm that set Monty off. I wandered out into the lounge and he looked up. I was.