My depression was sooverwhelming that I didn't fight at all when the two male nurses, bothas large as a wardrobe, came, put me in the hospital bed and...insertedthe intravenous injection in my arm. This injection contained theliquid which would prepare my brain for the reading of myconsciousness. Just for sure, in case I changed my mind in the lastminute and tried to fight back, they set the bed restraints very tight.The liquid began to make effect almost instantaneously and I was setinto a fuzzy. Darcy led us to a small enclosure labeled 'Reading Room', excusing Hallwell and one of the unnamed women. The other, a light technician, was to stay behind with Gina and cover the filming. "Basically," my wife began, "These are just silhouetted scenes - the characters are just outlined against the darkness, so no one actually sees your faces. This technique is useful and highly erotic when you are shooting intimate moments-" Intimate moments?" I interrupted."Stop being such a prude, Eric. There. Turns out she was carrying some clothes to my room which she had just washed. She walked past my bed and put my clothes away in my closet and while she did that, I grabbed my underwearand pants and put them back on. She just glanced over at me and smiled but on her way back out, she mentioned that my cock looked just like my dad's! That kinda got me wondering if she had actually seen my dad's cock or if she meant when he was a young boy or something.That Friday evening, around 8 or so, I was up. Then she jutted her pelvis forward again, wrapping her legs around his waist. His cock disappeared into the folds of her labia. He was finally fucking her!A few seconds later she was luxuriating under a hard spray of water pummeling her head and back as the shower came on. She gasped as the water turned hot and scalded its way down her back. She didn't know which she liked better right at that instant – that wonderful shower spray blasting the grime off or Jake's cock hammering away inside her..