?What have we here?? A man’s voice, with a distinct tone of pleasure, echoed in the room. ?Someone had to go, man, and she’s going, ain’t...she.? A second voice answered and the men laughed. Cindy realized they were inside the building with her, close to the stall door and her fear made her suck her breath in a gulp and hold it. Her flow stopped abruptly and she quickly stood, tugging at her panties, sliding them firmly up under her dress against her dripping pussy lips. She stood, frozen. I would have given up the domination session completely if there wasn’t a knock at the door. The knock made me stop moaning and it startled Pinto too.He stopped fucking my pussy but had his cock inside it. Our faces were close to each other and before we could get intimate and kiss, there was once again a knock on the door.We both got down from the massage table and Pinto helped me get all my soggy clothes from the floor. The moment I began to wear my thongs, Pinto came from behind and inserted. Robert got me out of bed and I shuffled along with him to the second door this time on the left just outside the ward’s doors. Inside was a toilet bowl but instead of a urinal there was an open shower, i.e. no walls. Just a tiled area with the controls and shower rose and of course a drain set in the floor. He stood me over the drain and had me support myself by placing my hands flat on the tiled wall. He took off my gown, the ties being at the back, and turning on the shower, hosed me from. I'd run through a mental checklist of what had actually happened during that summer, and to be honest ... it hadn't been much. As I recalled, I'd spent most of it in my room jerking off ... nothing that would directly contradict being hit by a truck and then spending 8 weeks in recuperation.Just to be safe, I'd asked her not to bring it up to anyone. It was a weird conversation, but I'm pretty sure that I managed to convince her to at least avoid mentioning it to Mom - I'd said it would "bring.