"No, no, not you. Him!", said the intruder with a perverse evil chuckle.I picked up the panties and put them on, wincing as they were far too small fo... me. Then with help from the assistant, I managed to get into the rubber dress."Aww doesn't she look pretty. Move over to the bench". I made my way to a strange looking bench that appeared to have leg and arm rests, complete with leather straps with buckles on."Get in it", he said threateningly. In it, I thought, how? The assistant came to my aid. After adding another squirt of lube to the top of the retreating dildo, I upped the tempo. Now at a comfortably slow screw speed, Sharon's face looked less like a pained statue and more like a willing nympho. Now that she was back in the game, Sharon latched onto one of Linda's tits and began mauling her fat nipple.I thought I could gradually increase the stroke to add more depth without Sharon noticing, but it didn't go unnoticed. "Oh, God yes!" Sharon yelled after briefly releasing Linda's. She tried not to seem too eager as she walked into the light and felt his arms around her once more. Her heart felt like it was in her throat and she had to fight to take a breath.When John finally felt the tension began to ease from her body, he began to move her around, always keeping her centered in the light. She had thought he was bold in the ballroom, but here he really let loose. Her hands were placed back behind her neck again. This time he held them there, adding an extra dash of. It took him several minutes to build up the courage to climb off the bed. He slowly walked to the big metal door, on the other side of the room. Putting his ear to the cold metal, he listened carefully to see if he could hear anyone in the corridor. There was no sound outside. It was dead quiet.Standing back, he looked down at the food hatch on the door. All the rooms which were occupied by patients had this facility. It was a small opening built on the bottom of the door. Staff would use this.