But he wasn't doing it to please me. I'm sure he was just trying to impress his audience. But at least my pussy was wet now.He stood up and turned me ...round. I spread my legs a little farther apart and bent down, resting my hands on my knees. He reached between my legs and played with my pussy for another minute. He took his hand away and a few seconds later his cock was sliding back and forth between my thighs. It slid through my moist slit briefly. Then he pushed down on my back and I reached. Harold and Janice were seated at the table, having coffee. She teased us unmercifully, but Harold was all business. I followed him through the upstairs rooms as he searched for the entrance to the attic. We didn’t find one. ‘Sometimes the old timers put it on the outside of the house,’ he said. I would never have found it, but Harold pointed out the entrance to the attic. It was tucked in next to the chimney. I figured that with the tall ceilings, and the two feet of the fieldstone foundation. Everything got sexually dirtier and dirtier and things escalated.“Miles eventually told me that to atone for those ‘nasty’ thoughts I should have sex with him, and that did make me feel better. I thought I loved him, but he was playing me, as it turned out. He’d tell me how I was a better person because of both my thoughts and that I’d paid for them through the sex with him. I gave myself over to him completely. Joyce Myers became nobody. I was only Mrs. Miles Waters and only on the planet to. Cindy noticed that they had left the main downtown section and were passing through a fringe area. There were lots of cheesy motels and adult theaters. She remembered reading in the newspaper that the town council was trying to get some of the places -- mostly the sex shops -- closed down.Passing one of those shops, Cindy noticed a poster that showed through the front window. A tall thin brunette stood stiffly. She was dressed in black leather and was holding a riding crop. Behind her, a naked.