Ruth was setting on the couch beside me and I could smell her perfume that reminded me of the panty I had worn briefly before shooting it full of cum ...his afternoon. I looked down at her bare legs that were covered to just above her knees with her nightgown that felt like the slick nylon panty I was wearing. I knew because my hand was between us and my fingertips found the slick silky fabric.The nightgown was sort of minty green and had wide straps and the front was cut showing me her pale. “No, no ... it wasn’t like that ... I mean, yes it was the other day, but no...”“Forget it. What possible reason could I have to meet this guy?”“Woman. Tracy Shelburne.”“Nobody cares, Chuck. What possible reason could I have to meet this lady? Renewable Fuels? What the hell is that all about?”“Ethanol, of course,” he replied.“Ethanol? From corn?” He nodded. “Chuck, let me tell you, the only ethanol from corn we care about in the Maryland Ninth is bourbon. What in the world did I want to speak. I mean, I was living on my own now and these were the benefits that came with it. Sitting up on my knees, I tossed my night gown off, my wetness clearly displayed on the cotton red panties. As I eyed my vibrator I wanted to laugh&hellip, had I used it while half asleep? Was that a real thing? Take the panties off&hellip, Feel how wet you are&hellip, Touch yourself&hellip, I wasnt sure where my inner dialect was coming from, but the instruction were pretty clear and as I peeled off my. In a single moment I witnessed all the fear, sin and weakness of mankind. The way it was presented to me was so primal that it almost makes me laugh to think about. The winding staircase had finally landed on a concrete, basement floor. The lighting was dim and there was only one room. It was medium sized and had an open layout with just a few, large filing cabinets in the middle. It was here, at the bottom of an empty industrial building, in a basement office, that the Devil played his trick.