“My Lord, I... !” he started.“I am not your Lord, fellow. I am the King’s Marshal. Do you make a practice of going around assaulting the King�...�s Marshals?” I inquired.“No Marshal, I... !” he tried again.“Apparently you do make a practice of assaulting girls in the street though,” I added.“The girl deserved it. She spilled a whole pail of milk on the ground. There will be none for the children now,” he claimed belligerently.“And a two copper pail of milk is worth a beating like this?” I asked.At. "O-Oh God," Iwhispered."What's it feel like?" he breathed, speaking in time with his thrusts."What's it feel like to be fucked as a woman?"My muscles clenched around his member when he said that and I felt like Iwas being pushed towards the edge of a great ravine. "G-God, so good..." Imoaned. "Y-You're touching me...inside me...y-you're inside me...it's...it'ss-so..."My words ceased to make sense, ceased to even be English. My vaginal wallsbegan to ripple and massage his cock and I could see. The only question was his degree of liability for the crime.In the end the court decided to sentence him to death, then commute it to life without parole. He went to the same prison where I spent my time. He might even go on the same tier where I was. My guess was that if he lived, it would be a hard. Life in a maximum security prison, for a man who had preyed on helpless ex-cons, would be a living hell.Jay Summers life as he had known it was over by the time my the first anniversary of freedom. Seitdem haben wir zu dritt uns gegenseitig aufgestachelt, was wir mit den reichen Unternehmergören machen würden, sobald wir sie in unserer Gewalt hätten. Und haben uns ihr Entsetzen vorgestellt, wenn sie von uns bis auf die nackte Haut ausgezogen und anschließend abgegriffen würden.Und heute sollte es endlich so weit sein ... Max und Claudia warten mit einem unauffälligen Sprinter im Wald, während ich mit meinem Motorrad in der Nähe der Villen in Stellung gehe, um meinen Kumpanen die Ankunft.