I’m sorry; I was asked to come.”“I know. Grandmother told me.”“Now what?”“I guess we have to say goodbye again,” she tittered.I squeez...d her hand and walked her to the table outside. We sat holding hands and talking with the rest of the family. Nothing was said between us, though occasionally we squeezed each other’s hands. I was happy to see that Connie appeared to be behaving. She was polite, but not flirting.We were called to dinner and Joyce and I walked hand-in-hand and sat next to each. I could see that Margie was scared but also excited. I'd had had some fun belting her ass and pinching her nipples but nothing really painful.We'd arranged to meet with this guy, and we'd envisaged that it would be no more than the same sort of whipping or belting."What do you think about that you stupid fucking whore?", the guy suddenly asked, turning to face Margie.Margie stammered some meaningless noises, not knowing what to say or do."I'm going to beat you fucking senseless", he sneared,. The cold stitch she felt came from the cold cock of the zombie, who was fucking now her ass hole. The pain and humiliation were immense, Brigitte never let fuck her lovers or even her husband, her ass before. And now she was fucked by a dead old man with his stiff cold pole and her husband took one photo after the other of the situation. After a couple of minutes the zombie plopped out and her husband stepped between her legs. With a loud groan he pushed his pulsating cock into his wife?s ass.. ’ ‘The skirt next or the bra?’ I asked. ‘Whatever. The bra.’ The clasp was in the front. Getting into the tease, I kept my hands over my beasts when the bra fell open. ‘Come on. Come on.’ He made a small unintelligible sound when I let my hands fall away. I remember the passing thought that I liked the power I was finding that my body had over men, while liking even more the power Brad gave men over me. The zipper slid down and the straight slim skirt soon joined my other clothes on the sofa..