.. MANDY!" he shouted making me jump."Mr Rogers, Please do not shout like that." Sorry Mandy, could you take Mark down for a drink in the canteen whil...I sort things out?" Certainly, but you had better say goodbye to Sue and Phil, Mark as theyhave to go soon."I stood up and hugged my foster parents."Thank you for looking after me." That's OK, honey I hope things work out for you," said a tearful Sue."Good luck son," said Phil shaking my hand and then hugging me.I left them with Mr Rogers I made. When you registered that, you consciously started thinking about sex, on what Gerry made you do, and that didn't do a lot to calm you down. You crossed your legs and concentrated on the scenery, and it was only when the woman next to me got off the bus that you realised you had a stocking-top on show. You had taken the precaution of sitting on one of the forward-facing seats, so nobody could see very much, and you simply tugged your coat over it. The guy on the opposite side of the bus looked. My cock grew to life, creating a noticeable bulge in my jeans. My thoughts were soon consumed by the memories of how mind-blowingly erotic it was to touch myself to her, while she shamelessly brought herself to multiple orgasms while watching me. .I found myself standing in the isle, staring off into space, listening to her heavy breath, her moans, her squeals of absolute delight...I wanted to pleasure myself to my memories of her..but couldn't..My mind raced as to when and where I might. A cult was another term that kept popping up into my thoughts but I could never prove anything until our marriage had disintegrated into something I no longer recognized. It took years, and the birth of our first two children before I could get him to see the unhealthiness of these people. During that time though from the beginning of his religious fanaticism and until I could convince him that this church was not where we belonged, Dick had changed into this person I feared.Soon after he began.