.....I think I'm going to get you to blow me before I fuck you,"he sniggered.Michele realised that she was in terrible trouble. Unless she couldstop ...his smelly disgusting youth soon she was going to end up raped androbbed or beaten. She was not going to let this stupid dirty degenerateruin her plans for the future. She would conceal her repugnance untilshe somehow got the upper hand.The youth grabbed her head in both hands and pulled her face towards hiscock. She felt his penis rubbing. You turn your head toward him again and your eyes catch his mid-section. You can fully see the outline of a raging hardon straining the expensive tailored slacks he's wearing to the brink of popping the button and zipper. You turn away again and toward the empty seat beside you mouth the words, "oh ... my ... god!"But then you notice he is looking at you - looking at your face in the reflection in the window. Your eyes catch the reflection of his and he winks seductively. He glances down at. After she had finished with the sponge she dipped a flannel in the second basin and wiped my leg down before drying it with one of the fluffy towels.Satisfied that that leg was clean Mony moved to my left leg and repeated the procedure as I turned my attention to her naked body and the spread-legged position she was forced to take as Vikki began her own cleanup of the nurses vaginal secretions.I looked at Vikki who was sitting on her bottom and leaning back on one straight arm between Nurse. I lived about twenty-five miles out in the country and had a car. Bob lived in the city’s West End, the “baddest part of town”, as a Jim Croce song phrased it. Don lived in a small town about fifteen miles north of the city. We’d all met via CB radios and had become fast friends. Once we’d thought of calling ourselves “The Three Musketeers”, but none of us liked that worn-out reference so it died as quickly as it came up.Don was big, 6’ 3” with a lean, muscular body and a baby face which.