If I had not been informed of my stop when I was, if I had had to go one stop further, I would surely have had an orgasm at that man's hands. And I ne...er even saw his face!I got off the bus and rushed to my office. Thankfully it wasn't far. The first thought that went through my mind was to wonder if busses were always a hotbed of sexual molestation. The second was to look at my watch and realize that I was ten minutes late. Mr. Jefferson was going to have a field day with that.I rushed to my. He and I have been doing this for about 4 months now and every time we hang, I have my fantasies of what he and I would do if he knew my secret. I have been keeping that I dress in lingerie and I enjoy cock as well as pussy. I have seen my friends cock at restrooms and his place by accident. He has a nice shaved cock and his chick has mentioned it on a few occasions to my lady and me. I’ve also been told in certain ways that he and his lady have played with the idea of them bringing another man. Amir watched the hangings with childish fascination. Before his very eyes young women were strangling to death, kicking on the end of the rope. Their convulsions reminded him of lovemaking. And they were so strong, dying only after several minutes of futile, but impressive fight for life, which they lost in the end. Many of the hanged women soiled themselves as they died. There was strong smell of urine and feces in the air, but Amir and the guards did not mind that. Finally all adult women. It was all I could hope for until last year, when my own parentsdied. That's when I found out I wasn't the only one with a secret.My parents Richard and Mary Smith, those God-fearing churchgoersand fine upstanding pillars of the community, were occultists.Among their effects I found the ritualistic paraphenalia and,most importantly, a grimoire." A grimoire?" A spell-book, and also a record of all my parents had doneand had accomplished in their occult activities down the years.Reading through.