I lowered my head and liked his foreskin and cockhead. I felt a light pressure on the back of my head, indicating he wanted my lips wrapped around his...cock. But I wanted to admire. I lifted my head and watched his cock growing hard, inches from my face. It was fascinating. His cock continued to swell, the veins becoming more defined as the head was nearly fully exposed. There, I could not contain myself. I began to tongue his cockhead and swollen sack. I took his cock in to my wet mouth, still. I was going to further punish her by fucking her ass but as much as I hated her and thought she deserved further punishment, I couldn't do that either.I returned home. I quietly cried on my bed. I had power in my life now. I was always the powerless before. I deserved to take from whoever I wanted and do whatever I wanted, but my conscience wouldn't let me do it. Stupid conscience! Robbing the armored car was okay because I didn't hurt anybody. I couldn't fuck Michelle against her will.I was. Her face was red and her breath was coming in ragged pants. ‘I’m not a witch!’ She screamed over and over again. As they opened the door and dragged her out the door, she screamed one loud and ragged scream. If he hadn’t been a God fearing man, he would have said she was truly innocent. But seeing as what she did to Cien, he knew she was a witch. ‘Shut her up!’ Alex yelled. The soldiers dropped her just outside the door in the mud and the one on her right kicked her hard in the stomach. She. “I just knew you two were going to head there. I called in a favor and have a couple of ‘off duty’ friends meeting us there.” He replied.I just sat there smiling. Jill looked over her shoulder at me sitting in the back seat. She smiled.“Sargent Johnson, what the heck is your first name? I feel like we should know your name instead of continuing to call you Sargent.” Jill asked.“It’s Roger. Roger Johnson. My close friends call me RJ.” He answered.“Roger are you married?” Jill asked. That was a.