My grandmother has always been that way. She won’t tell people things, but think that we can magically know what she wants by osmosis telepathy. She...expects my father to know when something in her house needs to be fixed, even though she will not pick up a telephone and dial it to tell him. She expects me to know when she needs to go out and pay bills or pick up something from the grocery. I am supposed to read her mind as to what she wants me to fix for dinner and throws a fit when I don’t fix. No, I have to stay here till the d**g wears off. Stay here and punish my little white pussy with this big black dildo..."Oooooooooh!" she let out a long sound marking her deep vaginal orgasm. Her G-spot made her whole body go crazy and her pussy juices seemed to gush out of her.At lunch time there was a knock that startled the blonde patient from her dream world. Heather pulled her panties on and her t-shirt and peaked out the door; the corridor was empty save for a cart with a food tray. She. Threetimes."Brad smiled. "Well, technically six times, since we've spent threeevenings together but we always do it twice."I smiled back. "You're right, we always fuck twice," I said, correctinghim like an annoying wife would, "but I usually suck you off too, exceptfor last night. So technically we've had sex eight times. Six fuckingand two sucking."He looked at me, with amazement on his face."You're keeping track?"I giggled out loud. "You better believe it, baby. They're the. Then when Tamara tried to link in via the command post systems, Yvette quietly told her that this was a private communication and cut the signal. I found myself standing in the command post hugging Janice as we wondered what required such secrecy.James and Yvette were not in the briefing room long, but it seemed like an eternity. Janice and I were the only members of the household waiting in the command post, but our sister concubines all peeked in while we waited. Just about everyone else in.