” the voice continued. “So now that you are dead you should be sorted into either heaven or hell. The bad news is you are not going to heaven…�...“You said ‘should’ right? I’m not really going to hell am I?” Alan questioned timidly to the voice that had his future in his hands.“Seems you caught me there, yes to put it simply god has an alternative place for people like you. You can in some way call it the purgatory.” The voice answered.“But I have not done anything wrong in my life… I mean some. I confided to her that I had did the same thing. Suddenly two people who used to always get along were now struggling to even hold a normal conversation.“Look Beth, I think we should have a talk when you have time. We can’t leave things like this between us. Can we meet up when you have some time?”“Sure. I am working today. I am at the office alone on Saturdays. This would be a great place to talk with no interruption.”“That will be great. How about noon or so. I will stop and get lunch if. By the time her body calmed down, I had removed my sticky hand from her pussy and pulled down my trousers, finally allowing my cock to spring free. She stared at it, eager to get her hands, her mouth, her pussy on it but she waited until I directed her to. I took her small hand and guided it my cock, wrapping her fingers around it, as I wrapped my bigger hand around hers. " Please, John, what would the staff say if they saw us like this?" " Don't you worry about them," I said with a grin as I. You have a pretty cock and I don’t want you rubbing it in frustration.” She was getting good at this. She clearly enjoyed playing the part of a sexy slut. What have I done? This was a hot, prim and proper Southern Belle, but now she was my sex toy. I badly needed a release, “I have a confession to make. I’ve masturbated thinking about you many times. I can see you when you lie out in your backyard and I have stroked it watching you, imagining my hand under your bikini.” She laughed, “I wondered.