When done, he blanked out and the Bitch took back over. The Droopy bitch walked over to the Slappy bitch. "Well human, did you enjoy being fucked by...your friend?"Slappy was allowed to speak. "I loved it." You want more?" Sure. What is the game?"The bitches had watched "A Clockwork Orange" on TV and it came up."You know Clockwork Orange?" Yea, I seen it." That is what we are about. You in?"Slappy didn't get his name by being a good guy. He was an Evil dude. He was the perfect killing. She held my head in her hands and kissed my face and mouth. I rocked my long thick hard prick in penetrating slides in then out of her tight twat. Gradually, as the pleasure built in my belly and balls, the pace of my fuck increased. I now returned her kisses and probed her mouth with my tongue. She undulated her slim body around my cock. Soon we were both lost in the pleasure of our fuck. The spasms shivered through her tiny torso. Her groans of delight hummed against my lips. She climaxed. With her hands full she was unable to hold her dress down as the wind continuously blew it up exposing her freshly shaved pussy and her exquisite ass, it was obvious that tea wasn't the only thing she was offering to all of us. It was made very clear when after she sat the tray down on a table and continued to ignore the fact that her dress was blowing up. One of the crew complimented her body, and with no hesitation she pulled her dress off exposing every inch of herself to us, and said, I. Fuck that. The fisherman’s pocketknife falls out of my pocket on the floor, but I retrieve it with ease and effort, plucking up the sharpest mini-razor, leaning the skull of the living dead to the side and nailing the knife through to the other side. The gagging stops. The dead body, the sloth himself, is exterminated. I stand up, no blood on my shirt but a good lot on my pants legs. Zelda’s eyes, those sea blue eyes, are gazed on the not is but was on the cols footing. I grab her arm and pull.