" I can't, it's too big" she said, pleading."You'll figure it out" I replied, guiding her back toward me. She opened her mouth cooperatively this time... and took my cock back down. "Take it all."I pulled her head back down slowly and shoved it deeper than before this time. She looked up at me as my cock filled her mouth, pressing against her throat and making her eyes water, sending black streaks across her face.I kept it up, guiding her a little further each time, and she continued to submit. Fuck him, I wasn’t going to be raped by the system after he raped me. Fucking hell, no.I got the keys, went to my car, still fucking naked, and drove home. I parked inside the garage and closed the door with the remote before I got out of the vehicle. I went straight in and took a long, warm shower. Trying to get the nastiness off me, out of me. It didn’t work.I sat in my living room, staring at the tv with the sound muted. His words came back to me, “Call the cops. Tell them to send an officer. He turns, and heads for the apex of the pocket. Yes, as we thought, they thinned out the point to put more power on the sides. He better be able to punch through, as I can see the sides collapsing. He’s through, and I’ve a hole to go through. What a look I get when I go by.Only three to go, but the worst three to take on, Westland, Smith, and James. The three hardest hitters in the state, and the top three for tackles made with errors caused. I can feel the hits already, but we need this. Minstrels — these wander from village to village, acting as entertainers and news vendors, passing on 'gossip' and songs. They are employed by the Local Mage and so the version of the information they pass on is slanted to show the better side of that Mage (he who pays the piper), their main instruments are the Rhine-horn (a curved horn made from the 'rams' which has holes placed at regular spacing's and a reed on the mouthpiece, producing a musical range), and the Cruther (a seven stringed.