Another difference: when my mother was in restraints, the nurse hadtaped the call button to her hand. I couldn't feel one. What was I todo in an emerg...ncy? I couldn't see a phone either, but maybe it was outof my view.My bladder didn't feel full, and I wondered if they'd stuck a catheterup my dick. I couldn't feel one, but my dad had told me he didn't feelhis either. Unfortunately he coded and died an hour later. I hoped thatwasn't an omen.Just how long had I been here? A day? A week?? A. Outside was a small, egg-shaped ultra-modern looking car that seems like the kind you only see in foreign countries.Despite its small size it easily accommodated the three of us with an unusual configuration of a centered driver's seat in front and wider backseat for two. Cassandra drove with what seemed more like the pilots yoke on a small aircraft instead of a standard steering wheel arrangement.We silently pulled away from the curb (electric?) and somehow in the next fifteen minutes covered. She then took off her waistcoat, folded it and put it with her skirt. The kilt went on nicely enough. Liz tucked her blouse in as she wanted to look as respectable as she could. The kilt did just cover the tops of her stockings, though crossing her legs maybe dicey.Next came the blazer, which sat easy enough on her. She then just about managed to do the final two buttons up on her blouse before tying her tie, which dangled freely over her breasts. The whole look turned Liz on slightly as she. I set a leisurely pace, moving my hand slowly back and forth against the curly fur between your thighs, and my middle finger pokes deep into your moistened pussy again and again. I am really enjoying the act of arousing you, my hand beneath your skirt and firmly held between you. Perhaps it is the thrill of doing something like this so publicly. Your breath is coming in short, quick little gasps now, and your head slowly moves back and forth against the car seat as you quietly whimper next to.