I was working the night shift and heard moaning coming from the conference room. The door was semi-opened and Dr. Jones had our night shift nurse bent...over the table while he was holding her hips and fucking her pussy. She was wearing a skirt which was pulled up around her waist. He was slapping her round ass and calling her his slut.She was moaning and telling Dr. Jones to fuck her deeper and harder. I couldn't believe this guy. He had no shame whatsoever. He was giving sexual chair massages. It was the same owner who wasn’t allowed to be in the place. He was also awaiting trial in the murder case. He was an accessory after the fact, so fuck him.I just had enough to drink to hold off the withdrawal systems for a few hours. It took all my strength not to drink myself into oblivion. Frankly I had no idea that I had it in me. Jolly Joyce came into the bar most likely hoping to stop drinking. Since she went directly to Maze, it was obvious how she knew we were in the place. I sure as. We hit it off right away and exchanged numbers for "studying". I, of course, had other things on my mind. We met on-campus a few days later for a coffee, and she started unloading her personal past on me. The reason she transferred was because she broke up with her boyfriend, he lost his mind and she ran away. That prompted me to start looking over my shoulder - and hers. What I gathered from the conversation was she could use a guy friend, but also a guy friend's touch that wasn't her. . watching for just the right moment.When I spread Sonia's legs and bunched her slip into a roll of slippery fabric about her waist, I wasn't thinking about anything except the tasty beauty of her red cunt curls. I dived down deep, doing my favorite lesbian tongue tricks with the delicate pink folds her tasty pussy. Sonia sighed, her impertinent butt writhing against the sofa, as I eagerly demonstrated to her that I was probably every bit as "sick" and "kinky" as my older brother.My tongue had.