"So tight, yeah uh real tight. That's it baby squeal." He increased his jabbing along with an increase in Stacey's bucking and whining."Uh, uh, hmmm y...ah can you feel it? Can you? All the way in like a dirty little worm." His finger writhed around pressing on her sphincter trying to weaken her tiny little chute.She gave a gasp of relief as his finger finally pulled out, her ass was now red with embarrassment. The man was now fiddling with attachment near by but she couldn't see. The Boss smiled. " Are you a dentist, then?" I'm becoming more worried now."No. I'm a nurse, but my field is head and neck surgery, so I'm good with mouths and noses and things." Just what are you going to do?" Ha! So curious, Fifty. Well that would be telling. All you need to know is that I am here and you are there and that you were going to open your mouth? And without talking."I suppose I can say stop right now. Perhaps I should, but I don't. Celia's professional manner, my own desire to experience as much. It became quite a nice tradition after a while. I started looking forward to it. Erica was great company. It must have been hard work for her at the start, 'cause I didn't talk much. I had become a master at sucking the blood out of any conversation. If it threatened to become even remotely emotional, I just made it ricochet off my armor into the innocent realm of the weather — or the latest movie.Erica changed that one evening. Our tennis game had been remarkably vicious, ending in a 7 to 6. I was starting to feel like my head was going to explode. Just as I was about to say fuck it and walk away, an older man approached the desk and asked for his reservation. He was processed though with disgusting ease and I was infuriated all over again.When he got his room card, instead of heading for the elevators, he came and handed me the key. “Mr. Hamilton,” he said. “My name’s Greg Martin. We spoke on the phone. If you’ll let me show you to your room, I’ll explain what happened.”I looked.