I normally drive a ten year old Honda, but I wanted to take Miss Robin out for a spin." Miss Robin? You named your car Miss Robin," asked Miss Rebecca..."Of course, I name all my cars after women. My Honda is named Julie."Miss Scarlett asked, "What, no Miss Julie, only Miss Robin?" Why yes; my mother always told me to treat all women as ladies until they proved to me they weren't. Julie is a troublesome old bitch, she is old, ugly, and dies on me at times, but Miss Robin has never failed me once. A bank of lifts signalled the end of the building and a large map seemed to indicate that ward 35 was located on the 4th Floor. Amy pressed the button and waited for a lift to arrive. A bell pinged and the large steel doors opened. The lift was empty and Amy stepped in. Just as the door was about to close, two people dashed in behind her, laughing as the doors slid shut. They were both in uniform; the girl was a nurse and the man was some kind of consultant. Amy glanced at them curiously as the. "Remember me?"Before I could answer she continued, "So, was I right? Did you have fun today thinking about all of us girls in your class?"Pulling myself together a bit, "Alright, you've had your fun. Who is this?"She giggled, "No, I like it that you don't know. I think it's sexier that way. It's like I'm an anonymous mouth in a glory hole, you can imagine using me without any feelings of guilt. Would you like that? Would you like to fuck my mouth?" Her voice suddenly becoming more. He cried out just as I felt him explode inside me, and it was all so erotic, I joined him, gripping his cock with my pelvic contractions, as he pumped spurt after spurt into my body, as deep as he could. My body took all of him that she could get.If there was any question I was a cradle-robbing slut, all doubt was dispelled as he pulled out of me, and collapsed next to me. I closed my legs to try to hold him inside me... it felt like a lot, and I didn't want to make a big mess on the bed.