Actually I didn't feel comfortable with either of them holding my fate in their hands. Could I kill them both just to save my ass, without a doubt.I t...ld you all along I am, if not a psychopath, at least a sociopath. I have very little remorse and my self preservation instinct is very strong. So yeah I could kill them both. The problem was that one clean murder was very hard to pull off, three was impossible. So even if it were preferable it was not feasible.I would have made a better plan if I. He was the principal at the high school I was then attending. His slapping me was highly illegal. I could have had his job if I'd reported him to the school board. I could have sued him for everything he had, if I'd been so inclined. I didn't report him though, and didn't file suit against him either. Valerie Poindexter, his daughter, was one of my girls, my sometimes lover, the girl I'd just learned was supposedly carrying my unborn child.Not an ideal way to find out you were soon to become a. "This shit in my house?!?" he'd growled at the shaken girl. He watched as the little slut groaned for a second and then touched her lip. There was blood there. But rather than feel any guilt or remorse, George grew angrier than ever.In a flash he was on her. He got on top of her small body in seconds and forced the struggling girl's arms above her head. He held them there by her wrists with one hand while he practically spit in her face, screaming and cursing and letting all the frustrations. Please suck me."Becky moved quickly to take the swollen head into her mouth. "Mmmmm," she moaned as she tasted the sweet head, which was coated with his cum and her pussy juice from their earlier fuck. She sucked until she could only taste his cock. She loved the taste, but she wanted his cum ... she wanted to swallow her son's sweet juices. Her stroking hand began to move faster. Up and down she moved as she sucked just the head. She could hear John moaning quietly and could feel his hips.