"Next time it gets that bad, call me, even if you can't tell me anything. I may not be pack but I will do what I can." He nodded and walked away and I...shut the door.I noticed the wards were down, though it didn't bother me; Billy had probably done it when he returned last night.I hopped in the shower, enjoying the hot spray on my stiff muscles. I thought as I bathed, letting my body relax as my mind came alert.Last night, I'd felt as if I'd rejoined a piece of my soul I'd never realized I'd. Tightening my grip on his hair, I continued slowly fuckin his throat, plunging down until my pubes were up in his nose. I held it there, to see how long he could hold it. About 10 seconds go by, and his throat starts to buck up, trying to expel my 11” of jock cock now cutting off his air. It truly is a big dick. I just give an evil grin, and tears start coming from the corners of his eyes. I let go of my grip on his hair, and quickly move my left hand around to the back of his head. I pull. Maybe I’ll tell that story someday. Most of them were nice enough but there were just enough of them that were “pushy” enough that my attitude was just short of pissing me off. So, no blowjobs. No pussy. Just get out or get your ass kicked.Well I didn’t quite get to the restroom unnoticed, as you now know. That towel didn’t quite cover everything on my jog to the restroom. My big ass was hanging out on one end and my big tits kept popping out at the other. I had a talk with Coach later about. Three cannon shells destroyed him pretty completely. It took a while for the four that the captive woman had shot to succumb to their injuries but they eventually did, probably from blood loss. We had Bob McRae and Jack Ellis left along with the women.Heather and Miss Mabel examined the women. They told Karen and me that the one who was the worst off might never recover from the savagery to which they had been subjected. Miss Mabel had talked to her and one other. They would go with her. Two.