" Or Billie. You can call me Billie if you like." I do like. Billie it is. Is your skin really that colour, or is it the light in here?" What light? Y...u've been sitting here too long. It's fuckin' near black in here." I fell asleep, I think." Yeah." She smiled again. "I guess we shouldn't have woken you." Oh, I don't mind." No? That's Jude."I swung my head back to my right. Jude sat, staring at the wall. "Hey Jude."The response came from Billie. "She's heard that before. Anyway she's a little. She was easily a EEE or larger. This was what I enjoyed most about this job. After I was through mowing she invited me in. I had to remove my tennis shoes and socks. We walked back to the back of the house to the kitchen. I drank a Dr. Pepper while she fished in her purse bent over the table. Those massive tits swaying threatening to fallout. Finally she found her money and straightened up. She came over to me to hand me the money. My shorts showed my hard cock. She smiled and asked. Thomas turned, meaning to flag the guards on the gate, but the front door opened and a woman, balancing a large bowl exited, while someone held the door for her. In short order, another two came out, placing the three bowls containing fresh, warm blood against the edge of the stockade. With a glance at the lone figure leading an army of the undead, they scurried back inside, bolting the gate behind them.“I’m nervous, standing near open containers of blood with so many bloodthirsty savages. “Now, Christine, I want you to lay down with your hands and feet together.” “What?!” Christine spat. “Need I remind you that you are our sex slave for the evening and that you are here on your own free will?” Devon glared at her. “You can choose to obey … or you can be forced to obey. Either way …” “Oh, okay.” Christine interrupted, as she plopped herself down on the dew-riddled grass. “Just don’t …” “Okay, got the rope.” Will returned, somewhat breathless. “Don’t what?” Devon chuckled. “Don’t.