In her right hand was a leather riding crop. She lifted her left hand to display another glossy fetish garment. It was a rubber suit designed for a ma... and much thicker than the one she was wearing. It was covered in metal buckles, leather straps and other locking devices. Jack was pretty sure he'd heard it referred to as a gimp suit before.She tossed the elaborate fetish attire onto his body. The heavy latex and metal bits slapped his naked form and made him grunt.“Put it on” she. She sat on the bed and started reading the book, her cunt started leaking. Ramu came with tea and saw my sister reading the porn book, “aunty what are you reading, he kept the tea on table and tried to take the book out of her hand, but she said with a smile, “so you read this book and masturbate, ” Ramu sadi what to do aunty I get bored , Manju asked don’t you have girl friends, he said no, then she laughed and said masturbating will make you weak, you shoould find a women , he said , where. Not just yet when I had just left my tent.A small eternity went by and we drank. I kept imaging I could see the tent walls shake, maybe I could, or maybe it was just a breeze. We talked about bands we wanted to see that day, I had a huge gap in the middle of the day before anything was on I wanted to watch so sitting with my new friends seemed as good a plan as any, besides fucking another naked woman hard.Then it happened, "we're heading in to see a band. Coming?" Ehhh, nah. I might grab a. Your eyes dart to the left. Before the bombs, this would have been a pleasant suburb. But five years after the mists had changed that. Massive trees and vines grew across the ground; into houses and into chimneys. You can hear the chitter of carnivorous monkeys above, but you can’t be fucked with them right now. The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam against the tall fence door.Bang. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You.