I watched as he tilted back his head and groaned in pleasure. The scene before my eyes was too much for me to take, my hand found its way to my harden...d nub as I slowly rubbed it in a circular motion. Darren peeled my stocking from my other leg. “I will tell you when you can touch yourself!” he growled as he grabbed me by the ankles, dragging me across the bed, closer towards him. My dress was pulled free from my body, leaving me in only my sheer, white underwear. Within seconds Darren was on. In truth it had been over a month (the well-hung Canadian guy). He’d been told that the hostel was nice and that the owner/manager was a pretty good fuck.We kept it low key as some of the other guests came and went; he had a few beers and relaxed. As we talked he made it very clear that he was interested in sex. I made it clear that I was available – as soon as we had time to get in bed. He wasn’t bad looking and (I’d been checking out what seemed to be a very nice bulge in his shorts) seemed. He wouldn't lie. Watching her strip and accept her severe caning had delivered selfish pleasure, but also a fair solution. She deserved to hurt for days.Discovering her interest had plunged shocking pleasure through his heart. His stream of regular girlfriends shared a desire for pleasurable discipline, but none had ever bent like Clare. Exploding her pleasure over his desk, she'd burst love from his heart. Her unavoidable admission he'd delivered pleasurable pain had shocked him less than her. The miracle of the dead return immediately showed to be much more of a curse.Rapidly stories of similar events started to dot the country, hospitals, funeral homes, even prisons, all began to tell terrifying reports of the dead in their buildings coming back and attacking the nearest living person with no other goal other than to feed on their bodies. Even more worrying, only hours later did more news come that those bitten or also killed by these dead returned to the land of the living as.