I looked up and she just smiled. "You looked so cute I had to have a picture," she said.Once in front of her she was glowing, telling me she definitel... liked what she saw. She ran her hands across my smooth body, up and down my legs and my ass. She cupped my balls through the thong and asked how these were doing I told her that they hurt and ached, even to the touch. She said, "Oh no, that's not good. At least not for you, I happen to like you having that feeling."Trista then told me to kneel. Two naked dead guys, me naked in my chair with a beautiful naked blond kneeling beside me, leaning her head on my shoulder. They tried to cover me up before taking me in, but I refused. I said I would go quietly, but only if I could go naked. As we walked through the bank towards the exit, I kept remembering the sight of me shooting my cum all over Wendy's perfect feet. It excited me beyond belief. By the time we stepped through the door, my cock was again as hard as a rock. I stopped for a. She'd already written down all the details she could on the gang, not what Josito had done to her, but what he'd taken from the store, his phone conversations, things like that. She suspected it was to keep her from brooding, but according to him, she had seen more of the zombies than anyone.She woke him the same way. While they were joined together, all the fear left her. Blood dripped from her abused wrists as she moved and tore the scabs open, but the pain made it better, she felt more. I was sure of that."Can you really type 120 words a minute?" he asked."Yes, sir."He looked at me, his piercing eyes seeming to drill into my skull, topenetrate my very brain. His stare was so direct and powerful that Iwanted to avert my eyes, but I could not; there was something almostmesmerizing about his fixed gaze.My throat was dry. I swallowed, shifting slightly in my chair as Iawaited his next question."Are you really a male-to-female transsexual?" he asked.I nearly passed out from the.