“Are you still interested in her?”“I suppose,” he shrugged without much conviction. “Why?”“Well, I’ve been conned into getting five gi...ls into the Homecoming Dance.”“Five?” he asked incredulously. “FIVE?”“Keep it down, idiot!” I swore under my breath. “Yeah, five.”“You suck!” he complained.“And you can help. It’s not like I can get all five in.”“No,” he shook his head. “But if anyone could...”“No,” I cut him off. “I need help. Are you in?”“Shannon, huh?”“Yeah, Shannon.”“I’ll do it,” he agreed. Despite the furnace, it she had been cold the night before. She would have to watch herself, Stockholm syndrome was kicking in, she was grateful he'd given her a blanket.Sleep was a long time coming. The shuffling of the dead on the street outside unnerved her, and her imagination ran wild every time she heard a car or burst of gunfire.Bright sunlight woke her. Her headache had dulled, a good sign, but her arms ached. The street behind the house was deserted. No, not quite, a blood covered boy. Even so, the woman is still not happy.She cannot understand how Mark has let her down; he had never failed her before. Numerous women over the last few years he has successfully groomed until this Michelle. Numerous women have succumbed to his flattery and been turned from dissatisfied wives into sexual dynamo’s, dominating and cuckolding their husbands and without realising it, working as unpaid whores for her. Easily done once directed to an overwhelming quest for the ultimate orgasm. People. “We’ll leave the drapes open.” We stripped off our clothes. Chad paused before talking off his jockeys and looked at me. “Go head,” I said, “take them off.” “What?” Ashley asked. “Sometimes Miss Taylor makes me leave these on. I almost fucked her once by accident and she doesn’t want any accidents.” “By accident?” Ashley wondered. She was looking at Chad’s hard cock. “Maybe you had to be there,” I said. We climbed on to the bed, Chad in the middle and Ashley on the side closest to the window..