Hell, I walked in the hospital with one and I'd be walking out with a bigger one unless I could do something.Oh, realistically, I knew I couldn't take...them to my place. That was just a pipe dream, but I had to do something. Well, what I had been volunteered to do was to take them to their home to be with Dan, the Man.That was giving me a notion. But I buried it for now.You know what bothered me the most? The kids. I had glommed onto the candy striper who had been talking and playing with them,. ..the he evening carried in in a similar vane, but I found myself enjoying the attention from him and for some of the other diners. In fact as I came out of the toilet during the evening, a married guy slipped his phone number to me and told me to ring him sometime!the flirting carried on for the rest of the evening, and eventually, he called for the bill.i panicked..I had no idea what the etiquette was for paying the bill on a gay date. Did we go halves, did he pay as he had asked me out? Did. The she pulled out. Not completely. Then push in . . . . completely!! Then out, in, out in, out in and her rhythm was “heavenly”. Her rythm was giving me GREAT sexual satisfaction. The penetration was giving me sexual fullfillment. And filled I felt. WOW!!! A total new sexual satisfaction and pleasure. Tied down with my wife abusing my hole. - Ok bitch, are you getting sexual pleasure?? Oh, . . . that’s right you can not talk. Tell me, my bitch, is the sex better now with all the ties??? Do. A few minutes later he was back in her office. "Thank you now get the fuck out of here so i can get some work done." she said as she took a sip. Suddenly Rebecca started to feel like the room was spinning. In her drugged state Rebecca could swear she saw a smirk on Michael's face. "What the fu......" was the last thing she said as the drug overcame her and she passed out."Wakey wakey little Becky!!!" Michael said jubiliantly. "What happened?" asked Rebecca, still trying to clear the fog in her.