‘Mine! Run!’, Jex called. The woman dropped the pitchfork and ran. The sudden loss of resistance caused the abomination to lurch forward, causing...the handle of the pitchfork to catch in the dirt. The zombie continued trying to move forward, cartoonishly driving the handle of the pitchfork deeper into the earth, trapping itself further. Soon the air was filled with the acrid stench of burning putrid flesh. After checking that the first corpse was also safe, a brief search revealed a shallow. I almost came 3-4 times, but whenever I got close she would slap my balls and tell me no. When she was about to cum, she pushed my legs as far as she could toward my chest and began slamming her cock so deep into my ass I was moaning uncontrollably. When she came she buried her cock so deep into me I thought she was going to hit my spine. She collapsed on top of me and we laid there for a moment. We both got in the shower and again she made me wash her before I could clean myself. After. It was agony and I was itching to use to the safe word but desperate to please her by not doing so.After the 10th stroke she gave me an 11th, 12th, 13th it just went on and on until after she had counted to twenty she stopped and laughed at me for innocently believing that she would give me only the 10 strokes she had initially said.Then the whip followed. The first I felt was an exquisite feeling of a whip being run through my balls causing my cock to instantly spring to attention.Blows with. Then it would fit, like good and she could possibly wear it to a party orsomething. Probably not. When she showed us what she had in mind, Tom andI both said no. Either too expensive or too grown up or both. Google 'PromDresses.' So Rachael was allowed access to her mother's closet on a trialbasis, which may have been her plan all along.At first I was apprehensive about entering the closet. Maybe afraid ofBeth's ghost? No, but who better than her eldest daughter to take thefirst items from.