. 'still got it' I thought We arranged to meet at his house. This made me a little nervous, I didn't know this guy, he could be all kinds of crazy. So...I did a couple of drive bys of his house in the days before the meeting, just to check it out. I also arranged with a friend that if I didn't get in touch with her by midnight then to send the cops (i told her it was a date with a chick, she wasn't happy cause she liked me but that's another story). So the day finally arrived. Work had gone so. That’s quite unacceptable.“Still stupid if you attack the undead, anyway, though they can’t be destroyed. I’m not keen on the example set by those who assault my troops. That’s a direct challenge to me and my authority. That’s rebellion. Treason,” I pointed out now, “by the way, Mayor Billey is now Private Billey in the Undead Guard. Congratulations, Private Billey. Take him somewhere and induct him formally into our ranks, Nydia.”Nydia, wearing only boots, of course, eagerly led Private Billey. The sheer brutality of it. It's far worse than you can imagine. When she was finally finished, my scalp was left so raw and tender that I could only rest it on my chin without nauseating pain. Her thick black brillo pad of pubic hair transformed my face into stingy irritated mess.It was no walk in the park for her either. As soon as she stepped off my face, Dominique hurried to the bath and turned the water on full-blast. She seemed uncomfortable and anxious to clean herself ... as if my face. With an uncontrollable groan, my head hit the window. “Oh Shit!” I said out loud. Anna quickly looked up to the kitchen window and looked right into my eyes. In one motion, I stepped back from the window, grabbed the dish rag from the sink, and hastily wiped my cum off the wall below the window and ran to my bedroom. A few seconds later, I heard Anna running up the stairs. “Chuck? Are you here?” Standing, paralyzed in my room with the dish rag still in my hand, I answered with a shaky voice,.