NOW, I was ready to be GANGBANGED!GERALD TAYLORSamantha Tarrant is now standing on my chair, her feet are either side of my thighs, her blouse, bra an... skirt have been removed to reveal, 38DD tits and a hot pink G-string that does nothing to cover a hairless pussy and barely hides the red hair of closely trimmed pubes. She giggles. "Don't take them off, RIP THEM OFF!" And as I grip the thin waistband of the miniscule undergarment the redheaded slut arches her hips in preparation. "OOOH FUCK!". According to Margaret and the rest of the tribe’s elders though, this fact, and the pride of the world that existed before, is what led to the defiled almost eliminating life from the face of the earth. The defiled had been a part of life for as long as Miranda had been alive. It had been close to 150 years since the last city had fallen to their unending siege against humanity. Their tribe, and the few villages around them, had managed to survive by hiding in the swamps of what used to be. Susan went over to Marla, threw her onto the floor, and ripped off her clothes as well. She then landed on top of Marla, and started riding her like a lesbian, rubbing her rug against the other. Evidently, Marla was partly to blame, in Alexander's opinion, for helping her conceal the affair.Marla struggled under the unexpectedly strong new Susan, as Susan planted a French kiss on her lips, and moved down to her pussy, eating it with gusto. What's worse, Marla seemed to enjoy it! Susan then. Pride in her looks, pride in her smarts. It’s the only thing that keeps her going in a city of eight million, waking up at an ungodly hour of the morning, showering and enduring the horrors of the subway, all so she could walk into a cubicle with the expectation that one day, all her hard work would pay off. As she slips into her skirt and business suit, the thought occurs to her that she’s a masochist for forcing herself to go through with it. Why not lay down? Why not take the day off and go.