Her House

Traveling through the city was the most harrowing experience I've ever had. It mainly consisted of us avoiding armed bimbos or himbos or orgies of bitches each trying to become the dominant one. We passed a few groups that seemed to be fucking a single comatose figure as they respond almost on instinct. The worst was a drooling woman impaled on dick and to my surprise it was owned by a amazon woman. The smaller woman could have easily passed for being ready to give birth and I would have thought so if it wasn't for the few strands of cum leaking from her now gaping pussy. The futa amazon almost noticed us but was distracted when a femboy tried to run pass.

Mistress's neighborhood was slightly better compared to walking throughout the city. There were signs of struggle a door here broken or some torn clothes. We just walked past one jaw dropping beautiful curvy ebony woman who was busy pegging a rapidly feminizing man as a black haired bimbo laid sprawled across the steps twitching as her tongue lulled out of her mouth. To my surprise when the dark skinned woman saw us she simply waved and Mistress returned the wave. When Mistress was no longer looking the dark skinned woman seems to eye mistress and then me as she licks her lips. Mistress breaks me out of my thoughts when she says "Don't worry about Mrs. Jones, we and many of the Mistress's in the community have an agreement not to mess with each other so long as we don't mess with each others property without permission."

To my surprise Mistress's house was a rather nice sized 2 story modern style home with an attached garage. The door has a large window in the center and the windows around the house seemed undamaged and you would never think anything was going on. When we are in the entry hall mistress turns around and seems to examine us before saying "Well aren't you going to thank me?"

I wait for David to say something first but he remains silent. Mistress starts to clench her fist as we remain silent so I blurt out "Thank you Mistress."

For my response I earn a slap across the cheek that causes my eyes to water as Mistress responds "You don't even know what you are thanking me for."

The images of the fates I could have had if it wasn't for her flash through my mind as I gush "Thank you mistress. Thank you for not turning me into a brain dead cum dump or pump! Thank you for not leaving me on the streets. Thank you for sheltering me."

David simply whimpers out a "Thank you."

Mistress simply glares at him before delivering a slap that knocks him to the floor, when he tries to stand up she orders him not to walk. She stares at me as she examines me still wearing her shirt and our dried cum on my face. She walks into the kitchen as I stand in the entrance shivering until she comes back with a wet hand towel and tosses it to me. I thank her and start to wipe my face off when she starts to head up the stairs. She comes back with a pair of clothes one a set of black booty shorts and pink crop top and another a pair of denim pants and a black band shirt.

"John, this my son's clothes and one of his flings. Wear what you want and then......make dinner" mistress command being interrupted as her stomach growl. She lays the clothes on a bench next to the door as she walks to the living room.