” “Oh yea, and you aren’t allowed to cum”, said the man who rode in the passenger seat with a chuckle. I didn’t have much time to process be...ore I felt hands kneading my breasts and a cock at my lips. I opened my mouth as a rather large cock was shoved down my throat. I gagged a little at first but quickly adjusted to the man down my throat. I noticed that the wetness between my legs was increasing as the man on my breasts started to pinch and twist my nipples. I began to moan against the cock. " The nurse turned and was quickly out the door. The Doctor clutched me tighter to her side and told me, "Lisa's getting something to help you calm down a bit. After you've rested a bit we'll talk about the rest."I nodded, still sobbing into her side as the nurse, Lisa, I guess, came back in with a syringe. I gave her an arm and she swabbed it clean, then injected me with something.***Back in the gray and foggy dreamland the wound on my backside didn't seem to bother me as much. I couldn't. Maybe it was the remnant of the many drinks of the night, but her kiss tasted slightly of strawberry. Her tongue responded to mine with vigor and desire I wouldn’t have imagined possible. As I guided her now slightly limp frame onto the bed, her hands found their way to my bare back. Her fingers, so gentle and delicate, were now raking their fingernails roughly down my back. The pain was negligible, even though I couldn’t be certain if blood may have been drawn — but even if it were, it was. Afterwards I wished that I’d filmed her even if the theatre management had a strict no-tolerance policy regarding phones and cameras.So it was only just gone eleven when I let myself in. I was slightly surprised that my nineteen-year-old son, Ethan and his girlfriend weren’t still up watching Netflix. Phil, my husband, was working a night-shift doing maintenance on the Underground so I knew that I wouldn’t have a warm bed to snuggle into so set about pouring myself a glass of wine as a nightcap.