When Pat began squirming back against my cock, Sueplaced it at the entrance of that tiny pussy. Pat pushedback and I pushed forward, burying myself in...her withone thrust. It was like fucking a woman’s ass; I couldn’tbelieve how tight she felt around my cock! Sue wasgoing nuts. She said she loved seeing my cock in Pat’spussy and began licking my cock on the outstroke andmy balls when I buried myself in Pat. Pat was in heaven, from the sounds of her mewling. Shecontinued to lick. Sondra said she hated the pediatric wards because of things like that little girl. My wife had let a little dying girl get under her skin, you know. I mean, you can’t let that happen as a doctor. You have to be objective. You can’t take every death personally. But the thought of that little girl dying before everything was tried really hit Sondra hard.“Three days later, an anonymous donor paid for the little girl to be flown to Europe for the experimental treatment. Liz ... she just played it. Nobody was walking into this place at a quarter to one in the morning. Still, I was so edgy about the whole thing that I kept forgetting to breathe.I grabbed a pasta claw from a crock of utensils on the counter at my feet and began raking at the bag. The process turned out to be much easier than I’d expected and it wasn’t long until I had my sweats and keys and stuff back in my frigid little paws. I shivered. I loved the feeling of nudity. Of being exposed. Of being vulnerable. Of being vulgar. The art is my collection of six slaves, two sets of identical triplets. They sit on their knees, hands behind their heads with open mouths like every slave on the estate is expected to. Three on one side of the hall, three on the other. Each has a unique nipple shield pierced through their nipples which are chained together and to their collar, making for an erotic triangle on their chest. Below, the chain from their belly button piercing trails down between their legs. Though I don't take the.