Her body became limp and the man bound and gagged her with a roll of duct tape. He then leaned out of the truck and jammed his fingers down his throat, forcing himself to vomit the alcohol he had consumed in the bar. He had only gone in there for a single drink, but in order to avoid her getting suspicious, he had to keep up with her. Of course, he had plenty of tricks to minimize the alcohol consumed, like pretending to drink, throwing up in the bathroom, and even pouring his drink into her glass when she was distracted. It was necessary, as he needed to keep a clear head for what would happen next. As the man drove further and further into the wilds of northern Maine, signs of civilization faded. Even before the war against the undead, the upper half of the state was an untamed sea of wilderness, crisscrossed by some silent roads. After fifty miles from the coast, a state line, or the Canadian border, civilization all but vanished. That had changed when the war began. People fleeing the undead, and later, the warlords and Oral Sex their armies, headed into seclusion, hiding in the darkness of the trees. In the labyrinths of rolling hills and smothering forests of New England, humanity regressed into a Lovecraftian nightmare. Violent religious sects were born, inbreeding became common, and the line separating humans from animals blurred. These days, the towns were islands of civilization in an ocean of savagery, the forests filled with people who didn’t want to be found. The man was still smiling, excitement keeping him wired as the hours passed. Frequently, he would stop to consult maps, but nothing else deterred him from his goal. After a while, the woman began to stir, slightly concussed from the blow she had received. Her wrists bound and her mouth covered, panic filled her and she gave a muffled scream. Without taking his eyes off the road, the ran reached over and grabbed her throat with a crushing grip. He never lost his smirk. “Now, now, if you’re going to make a fuss, I can just toss you into the back and let the cold quiet you down. Sitting in the cab is a privilege that you should appreciate more.” Desperate for air, she gave in and became still. “Good girl. Now, how about you keep me company while I drive?” He pulled the duct tape off her mouth, and immediately she began to cry out in terror. The man again grabbed her throat, forcing her into exotic submission. “There will be plenty of time for screaming later, but not in this confined space.” He finally let go and she took some deep breaths. When she spoke, her voice was trembling. “What do you want from me?” “I stopped off at that bar for a drink and you presented yourself on a silver platter. I decided that it might be a good idea japanese to have some warm blood with me for where I’m going.” “Where’s that?” The man chuckled. “Do you remember what Blowjobs I said before? About the spirits of the dead? Heaven and Hell do not exist, there is only the darkness of Purgatory, and in that asian darkness, souls are stripped of their humanity and become wrathful specters. Your grandparents, your mother and father, your siblings, your friends, and even you yourself are eventually transformed into the wretched dead. The dead do not feel joy, they do not feel love, they do not feel hope. They are embodiments only of hunger and hatred, those feelings directed towards that which they are no longer: life. I could end your life right now, and in seconds, your soul, the very essence that made you who you are, would be trapped in a realm of eternal night, being twisted by madness and horror into an entity even less than a demon in all but maliciousness. “Every second I'm wasting bullshitting they Blowjobs are being tortured and killed. “Did Oral Sex what?” I asked innocently Someone had put on Heather Delight. Five of the six fitting room doors were open. The flight was almost entirely men, with one or two other sluts roaming the aisles. And hugged her back. I would like to make her 42DD just to see if milk production asian would be better with large udders like that." The vibrators gave each of us girls another orgasm before I suggested that the 3 of us leave. Brittney smiled like she didn't hear anything beyond her compliment. The scent in the air changed the tiniest bit, though Shelly japanese couldn’t say exactly how. As I walked towards the door my audience seemed exotic to disappear, some to the exercise machines and other to goodness knows where. Sighing at the emotions she elicits in him. The married woman and I both swooped in and cupped a tit. Without thinking at all, I moved in and kissed her again, this time hugging her tightly.