" Scaredee cat," said Natasha before she took a step deeper into the gloom provided by the shelter. "Keep a lookout out for me."Kirsty glanced outside... "Go on, there's no one about."Slowly Natasha drew the uniform skirt up until she could get her fingers into her panties and then, with a bit of a wiggle she lowered them to her knees. She stood upright and rocked her legs from side to side until the plain white underwear she'd been wearing dropped to her ankles. She stepped clear and then used. Jenny said she thought that Sylvia had no inhibitions at all, that she enjoyed both men and women, and had told her any form of intercourse was allowable, so long as she could remain in control, to an extent anyway. That meant, apparently, she set the rules, and if things got difficult, she could always get out. I queried the always, and Jenny laughed, telling me that Sylvia had told her that she had been once physically hurt, but that she still had found it arousing, but not something she. But good ole Dicky was our town’s biggest pervert. If Dicky liked you, he’d follow you, and smile at you and try to walk ahead of you so he could lure you somewhere. He never had a car so he’d just walk and follow and smile . . . ok the guy was a stalker. Ole Dicky liked young men and young women, he didn’t seem to have a preference at all. His main fetish was with feet and as the story goes, if he lured you somewhere, like an abandon car in a dark alley, he would suck your cock a little bit,. Elenore nodded and followed my suggestion.It looked kind of weird with all the celebration candles being lit when there was not a service, but it seemed to be working. The runes were still shining, but their glow was hidden in the brilliance of the room. I entered the confession box and removed the traders robe so I could prepare for my sexual ambush.Elenore was instructed to stay around hidden nearby in case somebody came that wanted to put out the candles, but mostly it was up to me now. Rape.