Neal here at my feet and drink slowly, I like to stroke my pussy before I put it to work! ... '. I was upset but swallowed my pride and assumed the po...ition he instructed. I sipped suspiciously at the content and placed the glass on the floor besides me, as I looked back at him he extended his arm and stroked my hair lovingly as he encourage ' ... you make an adorable pussy, turn here and kiss my dick. From now on it will be your joy stick and you will truly enjoy servicing it! ... ' I kissed. Putting them on was awkward, so I don't feel too bad that she is able to tighten them. But then I feel her presence at the back of the helmet. The outer edges of my lips start to pull back, jamming the gag further back in my mouth - which up to a moment ago I would have thought impossible, but perhaps worse was my new rictus grin stretching back ear to ear.One, I clench, to no effect. One... One..."Oh stop that silly, you're in no pain. You can't be that soft." To which I earn a solid. Nobody listened. Everyone around me was too panicked to follow any orders. More and more zombies broke through. More and more rotten bodies came at us. They forced our backs against the brick chimney.All was lost...The loud jingle of bells suddenly cut through the air. There was an extra chorus of new voices yelling out in manic fighting. With lots of squishy, wet thuds, the large heaving crowd of zombies slowly thinned out. I peered over the increasing pile of dead bodies, to see our. That might even be better for me. You need a passport to go on cruises that stop outside the US though." You don't have one?" Tina seemed concerned."No, I have one. I was just saying that the law changed, and now you need one. Before, you didn't need one. After 9/11, they changed all that." We both have passports, if that was what you were wondering." This was Tina again."That will be good if you ever get to go on one of those cruises you were asking about before. I'm leaning towards flying out.