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 Zombie Night (c) 1997



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This has: Bi Sex, Gang Bang, Masturbation, Anal, Rape, Zoo Woman/Dog






                            Swapping



                            Chapter 1

     After all that had happened, Mavis Moran mused.  Willie
Quentin still wanted her to continue working part-time at the
supermarket he managed.  After everything---Mavis was somewhat
bewildered as she pushed her long, slender legs into pale blue
panties, adjusted the double-ply crotch over her ample love place
and arranged the cups of the matching bra around her firm breasts-
--she was still willing to work for him.
     As she brushed her hair, she smiled at her expression in the
mirror.  At least, she knew Willie for what he was---or she
thought she did.  He was a charlatan---and he knew that she knew
it.  As she finished dressing, she wondered whether Becky Samon
had kept her appointment the previous Wednesday to let Willie
screw her.
     Mavis smiled more broadly.  "Theft, my itching butt!" she
muttered.  Well, Willie had tried that with her---it had almost
worked---but she had caught him up.  Well, she had after he had
coerced her and seduced her in his office.  She was slightly
puzzled.  There had been no hint of resentment that she had
slugged Willie in the balls and thumped his hard-on with a knotted
fist when he called her earlier, asked her to work.  Well, that
had happened Monday; this was Saturday.  He had had ample time to
get rid of any soreness in that time.  And it probably hadn't made
him too sore to shag little Becky, Wednesday.  He really had the
hots for her.
     She probably wouldn't have accepted Willie's urgings to work
if her husband, Phil, hadn't called the night before to say he
couldn't possibly be home before nine Saturday night.  It was only
noon and Mavis poured herself a cup of coffee, thought of calling
Miriam Carr and Connie Quentin to join her---she wasn't due to
report to the store until almost four.
     But she decided against it.  She hadn't seen either of her
two closest acquaintances for several days



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