I had yet another happy minion, ready to serve me, now. Of course, that was the moment when Deputy Kenya Jones happened to walk outside the Sheriff’... Department office and catch me offering my blood to Rosie. She glared daggers at me and walked over to me as if to bust me giving the police operator an illegal substance (which V was, even if just my own). I smirked and began to glamor the deputy as well.“Kenya, you no longer care about police work or wish to be a deputy, let alone Sheriff. You. The hot itch intensified but I focused on the goal. I plucked my cross from between my breasts, holding it tight in my hand. I would prove that the Program did not control our actions. That we were free to act how we wanted. We didn't have to masturbate in class to get relief for our lusts. We didn't have to succumb to our desires and engage in premarital sex. There were lots of things we didn't have to do.“What are you going to do for PE?” asked Shelena as she sauntered with our group,. He brought out a bolt action, hunting rifle with a powerful scope mounted to the top. He put the scope to his right eye and scanned the mountainous terrain below.Rodrigo quickly spotted two sets of tracks that the SRT-8 had carved into the gravel. One set was irregular. There were gaps in the trail where it looked as if the wheels hadn't touched the ground for long stretches. The other track was smooth and connected.Rodrigo had seen the wrecked Jeep a few hours ago. They had raided the salvage. As he started thrusting in and out of me, I reached for my cock and began wanking. “Don’t you dare play with yourself, you dirty little pansy,” Chris growled at me as he pulled my hand away from my swollen member and firmly slapped my bollocks. The feeling in my tingling nuts actually felt good. He then grabbed a fistful of my hair and thrust all the way into me, making me gasp. I never imagined a real cock would be so filling. As he began thrusting in and out of me, with his bollocks.