It was just like every other Walmart, everywhere, big, out of town a ways, and dead on a chilly Saturday evening that was turning cold, windy and down...ight unpleasant.I parked well off to the side of the store, to keep away from people who live to bash your car door, and walked inside. The first order of business was the men's room.On my way out of the restroom, I overheard two young girls talking. One was obviously in tears, and the older one was trying to comfort her. Their plight intrigued. “You want a good fucking, right? That’s all you need, huh? I’ll give you a good fuck,” she said as she pulled down her leggings with her underwear. Her neatly trimmed pussy was now right in front of me. It looked so damn delicious; I just wanted to eat it out.As I started at her pussy she put on the strapon and came close to me. She took the t-shirt out of my mouth as I breathed with relief. As I was about to say something, she held my mouth in her hand, opened it, and spat in it. She then. No surprise; read the Old Testament, it's his M.O. At least Sodom and Gomorrah did the crime first.Everybody on the outside of the Holy Grid knows what happened in here, in Narville. They don't call it Narville anymore; it's called Lilith City now, ever since the demons took it over and the military walled it off from the untainted world. I've heard Rand McNally and ADC already took it off their new maps. The Lilith Strain started here, and when they couldn't figure out how to stop it, they. My cock was throbbing, it was so hard now. I knew she had to see it, because there was no hiding it. She looked at me and asked, “What did you have in mind, to keep this between us?” I answered her question, “I don’t know. I don’t have a solution.” She stood up and started walking over to me. She looked at my crotch and said, “Oh, I think you have a plan, and I think that plan was to blackmail me. Your plan was to blackmail me into doing sexual things to you." Then she took her hand, untied.