Money was always tight and Greg worked long hours. It made things worse that between the two of them, they could only afford one car, which often left...Melissa stuck at home in the apartment while Greg was busy driving across town to his trade school everyday.Melissa also wasn't ready for hours upon hours of nothing either. She was so popular back in high school. She was on the cheerleading squad, was always invited to all the parties, and there wasn't a single guy at the time that didn't have a. “What’s that?”“Trust me; you really don’t want to know.”“Try me.”“I have to give him an enema later.” No I don’t.“Wow, that’s absolutely disgusting,” he laughed.I had finished listening to his heart and lungs, but I didn’t want to take my hand out of his gown. I wanted to run my fingers all over his body. I wanted to lick his skin, taste him from head to toe.“How many patients do you have tonight?” he asked.“Just two. And you’re the only one that’s conscious.”He laughed again. “That’s. He silenced his and Ipicked mine up. It was my mother. "Brad, where the fuck are you?" "At abar," I lied. "Is Andrew with you?" "No of course not" I lied again. Itold her I would be back in an hour. I hung up the phone and we bothhurried to get whatever clothes on we could that were still somewhatwearable. We saw a gas station in the distance that looked open so wewalked hand in hand over to it. We asked for directions to the hotel andthe cashier didn't know so we asked someone filling. She had been to orgies at the mansion before, which she said were often themed; Roman, Medieval, Western, St Trinian's, etc. but this evening's romp was just bog standard debauchery.A bevy of accommodating females, and some males, were bussed in by several 'special events firms' like Baz's, and then given over to the great and the good for them to carry out whatever pervertion(s) they had paid for. I knew the bus load of fuck fodder I was driving had set back the orgy organiser £5000, which.