We stripped and he drooled at my cock told me to sit on the bed, I saw a a cover of a magazine peeking out from the edge of his pillow which I grabbed...it was a shemale magazine my cock started swelling he asked if we could kiss being the smart ass I am I said kiss my ass then laughed I of course kissed him . We were kissing and fondling each other when he asked if I'd like to be fucked I was scared and excited, he ran to grab some super glide, he licked my ass I got onto all fours and said fuck. I knew it wasn’t permanent to any degree, and I knew we weren’t together. But I also knew the unspoken nature of our ‘agreement’. Part of me felt like anything was possible. We were enjoying ourselves, and I say that with confidence. The times we laid together, the way his arms would hold me in an iron grasp like he never wanted to let go. His penetrating green eyes never escaped my notice, the way he would always stare right into my soul. I was never overly thoughtful in these moments, but. Motorcycles, trains, and airships constantly roar through the city streets belching smoke and rattling the oft-broken windows as great factories churn out everything from muscle cars to atomic bombs. Women tend to fall into three categories: Dames (easy labor or non-working women that favor late 40's-early 50's era fashion, hairstyles and makeup), Brass (women in the government and military), and Grease Girls (women who work in industrial jobs)Being America, both sexes enjoy protection under. We gonna make you loose by the time our little party is done, honey…” The Leader says, drilling her ass, as the other guy that was once getting a hand job drops to his knees and forces his cock into her mouth.Katie lays there, taking it all, knowing that there isn’t a point in trying to fight them off or screaming for help. Her mind is filled with disgust, shame, and fear as her mind remembers the gun and the switchblade they have.The Leader grins back at Katie again before stabbing his cock.