She was like me, a slut. And Rick had taught me much about how to treat sluts.“Take me to your bedroom” I said and she got up and said “you want...more?”“I don’t think you’ve had enough” I said. I remembered that with sluts you have to be firm, in charge. She took me by the hand and led me to this beautiful room with a king size bed, couch, just gorgeous and she laid on the bed. I sat next to her and began to slide my fingers in her pussy, first one then two and began to fuck her pussy with them.. I tried to laugh it off. “Oh I was just joking! I mean…”, I started to say.She squeezed HARD on my scrotum and I screamed in pain, and she relaxed her grip about by about by half, but not back down to the point when it had been before I’d started talking.“Shut. Your. Fucking. Mouth. You were supposed to be GONE at least until tonight, and maybe as long as tomorrow night. Mike and I set up a nice weekend together, we barely have any sex at all last night, I go to freshen up this morning and have. There's a wall of flames. We might never be able to go back there again.Amy: It's best if we never do go back again. We're immune to the radiation, but with all of those rotting corpses down there we might run into some pestilence. Here's a shirt I found at the farmhouse if you want it.Michael: What's this for-are we dressing for dinner?Amy: Why not, it might improve your morale and your appearance.(Giggles from audience)Michael: You didn't seem to mind last night, and again this morning when. But what kind of woman did that make me? What would she think? What would Blake think? What the hell was I thinking?!Karen was already breathing hard. She had put her arms around my head and squeezed me tight to her breasts. But as my hand neared her moist, hot center she rolled her head back and I heard her murmuring, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh yes, touch me, Paula. Touch me! Oh baby, touch me and I'll cum!"I almost came just from listening to her! I teased all around her pussy with my fingers. But.