She imagined that her nudity in the window and the glorious feeling of a medium sized vibrator sliding into her aching body would be enough to get the... juices running. Never mind that she was up on the second floor, in front of a grimy and small window. It was the thought of it all that was interesting. As it turned out, she didn’t need any extra help and, if anything, the vibrator would probably give her an immediate climax and that was something she was hoping to have with the man’s cock in. Because I was 'known' as a rich playboy, who ran around with sexy blondes and underage beauties, I could pretty much just walk up to a mansion where a party was underway, and expect to be admitted. This particular mansion was a twin to the one where our men had hit the jackpot a week ago, and the attendees were even more important to take down than the others.They wouldn't see us coming, because they were having some kind of rich people party. A house full of hookers, drugs, expensive liquor,. The next day sitting in church, full of recrimination, she silently asked for forgiveness for committing adultery. She swore she would be strong and fight her sinful thoughts. She had been filled with new resolve as she left church.With this new commitment in mind she had changed her appearance. Monday and Tuesday she had wore her most conservative outfits to school. She had pinned her black tresses up in a tight bun and had worn her flattest pumps.Mike had ignored her both days. She had. I'm ready. I've been ready. I've been waiting for this moment, and now I have you here. Please, big brother. I NEED you."I closed my eyes and turned my face away. I couldn't look at her, couldn't take the tension. It felt like such a moment of déjà vu, in a way I couldn't explain. A beautiful girl wanted me to sleep with her, wanted it to be the greatest, most perfect moment of her young life. But my conscience knew better.And then I suddenly remembered. Had it only been a few days ago? Was it.