"Condom" "WHAT" He roared from behind me. "You fucking bitch. You never tell me what to do slag. You're a fucking whore. Whores get fucked. Beg me to ...uck you. NOW. Beg me to fill you with cum" I don't know where the words came from, but they burst out. "Please. Fuck me" "More slag" "Please sir. Fuck me. Fill me with your hot cum. Please" He shuffled up behind me. " Ha. You had the sense to lube up. You'll need it" I felt his large cock-head nudge against my virgin arse-pussy. He grabbed my. " The secretary's voice broke through my perusal of the room.I shouldered my overnight bag, and walked through the door that the secretary had gestured to. An older woman was inside, sitting behind a large desk, and she smiled and stood as I entered. "Trudy, so nice to see you. Please, have a seat."I sat in one of the plush chairs in front of her desk, and automatically handed her the sheaf of papers that Mr. Peterson had prepared for me.She took the papers, and started rifling through them.. “Eggs, toast, and bacon just like every Saturday morning.” I replied, “How do you want your eggs today?”“Over easy would be great, and make it three eggs. I’m a little hungry this morning.”“Coming right up and get your hands off the bacon until I get the eggs on the table.”I had already had my breakfast. I sat down with a cup of coffee after serving his eggs. I asked Tim what his plans were for the day.“I have some homework to finish up, and then I’m going over to Terry’s to check on her. This. Can you do that?I don't know the full answer to your question. It would be amusing to find the answer, so, yes, I will supply you with some of the German stick concussion grenades. I suggest that you try both what you have normally used and the new ones until you reach a conclusion. That way, we can see if there really is a better choice.Wow, great, thanks. Now, something else has occurred to me. Our bullets just do not do much against the bones of the local monsters, so I wondered if you could.