"What about the rest? Does it sound interesting enough to try making it with another woman sometime?"Lisa twisted around to look at him. "I don't know...what I think about that. I'm not sure I even could do it, much less want to. But I'll admit I do find the idea exciting for some reason. I'm mixed up about that and really don't know what I think. Why? Would you like to see me with another woman?"Dan looked at her. "Not if you didn't want to. But I guess almost any man is turned on by the idea of. Those little tarts are driving me wild.”“Oh, honey, let me help you,” my wife, Ava, purred. She had a sultry, German accent. I met her while stationed in Ramstein Air Force base as an eighteen-year-old service futa. I brought her back to the States with me. She taught German and coached the futa track and field team. She was a blonde and busty woman, her breasts overflowing the low-cut halter top she wore today. She stood up, her tits threatening to spill out of the red cups of her top. She. As the one who called you forth from the earth, I am your master and you will obey me. The zombie Ashton merely blinked a few times at my statement. I had heard that zombies often did crazy things when they discovered that they were dead. They had been known to start screaming, crying, howling, even crawl back into the earth and begin to cover themselves up. What they didnt do, however, was laugh. And that is exactly what my zombie was doing at this moment. A zombie, hugh? he asked, a smirk. We will be fine have fun catching up.”I stumble a bit as I’m ushered out the back door of the shop and through a doorway with stairs leading up to the second story. Closing the door, John turns me slightly and firmly presses me against the wall. “You won’t be needing these,” he growls, grabbing the waist band of both my yoga pants and panties and pulling them straight down to my ankles. “Step out of them and hang them on the banister.”Gasping, I nervously fold the pants and panties over the.