I get so many questions about my sex life, and I really didn’t intend this to be a sex blog but I don’t mind answering them. I had no idea I was s... unusual. So here’s a little Q and A:Q: How often do I have sex?A: With Susan, nearly every day. It’s just so easy and so natural, especially since we are always nude at home. We often lie on the sofa together in the evenings watching a movie or something, and it’s so easy to caress a breast or stroke a thigh, which leads to touching a clitoris or a. “Now, stand there and watch, as I feel further training is required for this useless object!” said the Mistress as she gestured at the supine black slave.“Stand, you useless piece of shit!” screamed the Mistress, and the black slave rose to a standing position alongside the bed, his eyes downcast, knowing he was to suffer for coming without permission. “Now bend forward, and spread your legs,” she said, kicking his legs further astride to bring his bum low enough, for even with her stilettos. Her breasts were still perky, nicely rounded on the bottom, with just a little sag. I reached down to move my little dick down from her perky tits and grabbed her left tit instead. The thin spaghetti top emphasized her almond-like nipples. They were larger than her mother's; so were her breasts, at least by a little but—much perkier. She reached behind her back and off came the top of her suit. She had perky little breasts; her small areolae surrounded tiny nipples, which were already hard.When. “Well, at least I think I’m funny,” Faith mumbled to herself.“You’re funny, Faith,” Chase grumbled. “I’m just thinking. I don’t think I have an answer.”“An answer to what?” Faith asked, blank-faced.“ ... Your question?”“My question? Wha- oh, right. So I guess it’s Zombie Movie rules until told otherwise, huh?”“We can’t be the only dissenters. If we travel enough, we might find other people resisting the change,” Chase thoughtfully pointed out.“Oh, no way,” Faith instinctively replied. “If we’re.