Yeah, time to move on

“Hope you enjoyed your treat, slut.” I said, heading to the door. “You’re not allowed to cum for an hour though for making me have to slap you.”

Her cries of frustration followed me out of the house and back to the street, where Dan was waiting for me.

“Finished with your pussy?” I said.

“For now,” he said, grinning, “I may head back later and take her home with me. I could do with a new pet around the house.”

“Yeah, your bitch is getting pretty old.” I said, leading the way to the next house. “What is she, like twenty-five?”

“Twenty-six!” he said, with a little shudder as we walked up the path, “Way too old for a puppyslut. I’ll probably give her to some hobo, they don’t mind if their bitches are a little worn out.”

“You’re a good guy Dan,” I said before I knocked on the new house’s door, “Trick or Treat!”

The door was opened and I offered up a silent prayer to whichever god sent us to this house.