“That leaves oppressive leaders, according to my definition, that is,” I smirked as I watched the crew scrape the flesh of various infamous robber...barons off the gold and gather it for reuse.“That last group was very small, yet I drew more satisfaction from their deaths than any others,” Laura confessed to me now with a kiss and a grin.“Well, that’s because the robber baron types oppress us all. So do these guys,” I pointed to the warlords, political leaders, etc., “they need to go as well.. Part of me agreed with that, which would make it harder to convince him; after all, I still had my job, a superior whom I disliked had been removed, so I was better off.Too many moments though still upset me; my overreaction at the accident, Teresa's comments, in her anger was she just trying to hurt, or did she and maybe others, regard me so. The worst bit, without doubt, was my conversation with the police at the park bench, I wasn't sure that I would ever be able to sit there again without. Collette could see white in the knuckles of Patty's hand that gripped the seat back of the pew."Easy girl," she whispered in warning to Patty. "Wait to see who she is."Patty turned to look at Collette with intensity strong enough to melt metal. "Well who the f... heck can she be? She's holding his hand," she whispered back to Collette.Collette didn't reply; instead she began gently rubbing Patty's back in a soothing pattern.Morton and the girl arrived at their pew."Hi ya'll," he said softly.. I took this to be approval and reached down and guided the tip of my cock to the entrance of her cunt and I slid it back and forth between her lips, and then slowly pushed in to her. Wendy was so lubricated I slipped easily into her even though she was very tight. I felt the head of my cock meet some resistance and she sucked in her breath and clamped hard on me to prevent my going any further. I pulled back a bit and asked her in a whisper if she wanted me to stop, and. when she told me to.