I had a tattoo aroundthe size of my thumb only it wasn't my thumb. It was an erect penisdripping cum in a realist color with some writing along the sh...ft. Thewriting read, "I love to suck cocks." Seeing my surprise a second maturefemale nurse assured me the hospital didn't do anything that the patienthadn't agreed to. She offered to go and show me the contract I had signedbut I knew I had been tricked again and that there was no point. Iresigned myself to having been pornographically marked for. They jumped up onto Tristan’s bed and straddled the hungover youth, their legs resting on either side of his upper thighs, moving back and forth trying to wake him up while shaking him in the process.“Hey! Wake up!” they shouted at him. Tristan tried to swat at some imaginary assailant with his free right arm, but finding nothing, felt it hit the mattress.“Five more minutes, please,” he said, groggily.“Five more minutes my ass,” the trackpants said. “Socks, get up here and help me out!”The. I watched him, and he never did ask for help, but just got his groceries. I walked up to him and asked him if he needed help, but he just smiled and thanked me and said he didn’t need any help. He came to my checkout line. I carried his stuff out to his car. He was real nice to me and even said he thought my name was pretty. He got himself and the chair into his car with no help, and I watched him drive away. I knew then he was somebody special. I wondered if he was lonely like me. I noticed. Ping! The lift doors opened and he felt faint when he saw room 314 was literally the first door. His mouth was bone dry, his head a mixture adrenaline and sexual intoxication. How he'd longed to serve this beautiful dominant woman in the flesh.The room was dead silent, the curtain drawn shut so that the only light was the soft glow of the desk lamp. She was sitting there, legs crossed and in a silk bedroom gown. Her shoes were black like the gown, with black embroidered roses on the toes. She.