I was buried inside her pussy when I was grabbed by the hair on my head and pulled off her. The husband must have hit me with something for when I wok... up I was in the back of a police wagon.No-one believed my story. Why would a fine churchgoing woman lie over such a despicable thing and also the wife of a Police Sergeant? After languishing in prison for six months as bail had been refused I was sentenced to eight years with no parole and the judge said he was letting me off leniently. I had. " Trish reassurez him that "No, they don't mind if we do our stuff." So they get on the sofa. The lights are low but I can see what is happening. Trish starts kissing him passionately and its obvious they've done this before. Then the moment I've been waiting for happens. I see the unmistakable motion of Trishas arm going up and down. After a while she leans over with her open blouse exposing her tits. Then she looks at me einls and pulls his pants down and shifts her leg so I can get a good. At that point I heard the sound of motorcycles and knew they were back. I stood there thinking, trying to figure out what to do. The Turks pulled up in front of the tavern and stopped, puzzled. “Maybe one of the other guys had some spare plugs,” one of them said. Kiley, the leader of the group wasn’t sure. He sat there looking around. “Max,” he said, “take a look inside.” Max put his kickstand down and turned off the bike and went inside. A moment later he came back, shaking his. Clearly surrounded. she asked, "what are you gonna do? capture me?" he replies, "yes. to capture you is my goal. i intend to take your bending away and present you as my prize, as a warning to those who would challenge or oppose me."she says, "you're crazy. you can't do that." Amon replies, "we'll see. grab her!" the equalists attacks her, but Cassandra counterattacks. disabling her attackers with strange technique not seen before. she escapes from the gardens, fleeing to alleys. she pants.