She wants this, he thought.Before long, they were ripping each other’s clothes off. He grabbed those boobs he had always dreamed about. Put one nipp...es in his mouth as he continued stroking her pussy. He rubbed her with urgency and it wasn’t long before he could feel her jerky movement that told him she was cumming. He held her close as she rode through bliss.Before he could take another breath, she pushed him towards the couch and began going down on him. She started giving him one of the best. "I can't read shit that small." It says 'CLINIC - of the Criminally Insane Anarchist Feminist Lesbians'," Chet replied."God-think we should do something?" Naw," said Chet. "He'll be fine."What the hell? I woke up, still strapped to the gurney. No pain, though. Must have got operated on. Feels OK. I tried to sit up, but the straps held my arms down. Something brushed into my chin when I made the effort, though.I looked up, opening my eyes as wide as I could bear, to find out what had bumped into. “Eat,” he commanded gently. Angel picked up the fork and began to stab at the eggs.+-+-+After breakfast, Angel had jumped in the shower. Dante had left the apartment after she fell asleep the previous night, and bought a few female toiletries. He had set them out on the bathroom sink. Angel, now wrapped in a towel, her wet hair dripping down her back, looked down at the toiletries. A small hairbrush, a toothbrush and toothpaste, a travel sized bottle of lotion, and another of shampoo, a. She looked around toward the house hoping someone was still awake, but there was no movement to be seen. To the side of the barn were dimly lit path access lights leading off into the darkness. She glanced at the confirmation sheet and followed the path to the cottage assigned to her.The cottages, if you could call them that, were very small, consisting of just two rooms, a main room and a sleeping room. The main room had a couch and coffee table plus a small kitchen table and chairs. A wide.