I'd pulled it out of the bag first thing and looked despondently at the bullet hole through the middle of it. I don't think I would've dared use it an...way. They're great, but they can be tracked. In looking for radio in the bag, I did find something else useful, though; a silencer for the M-16. I put it on, thinking it might be useful a time or two. Once men started going missing and bodies started stacking up, however, it wouldn't take them long to figure out what was going on. It might buy me. It all started when I was taking confession from a young girl around ten years of age when she said that she had been learning to suck her brother's cock and that she liked it a lot and wanted to know if it was evil in God's eyes . My mind started to race when I asked her if was going to do it again and she said that she would love to have sex again only maybe with someone else older . I said what is your name c***d , Nancy she said how long have you had these thoughts I asked . Ever since I. The next day I was back and I waited for her with excited anticipation. At 5:10 I saw her exit the bank and my heart skipped a beat. My cock was instantly hard and I slid it out of my pants. As she strolled up the street she caught sight of my car and hesitated, she composed herself and continued with her head held high. My sex crazed eyes bore into her and I groaned as I blew another load as I took in the beauty of her figure. After she was gone and I had cleaned up and composed myself I. ”“Youre damn right youre sorry. But not sorry enough, at least not yet. Roll over.” He lets go of me and I roll over onto my stomach. “On your knees and spread ‘em” I obey. He runs his hand tenderly over my back, over the red handprints on my ass and down my leg. He brings his hand back to my ass and SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I gasp, careful not to make a noise or move. I can feel him caressing my ass again, running his hand over his fresh handprints. I brace myself for another assault but.