I was hard and throbbing. She sat on the vanity, spread her legs. I could see her pussy pop open as she slid forward to guide me inside her. I slid in...ide a velvet-smooth, really warm, tight 20-year-old pussy, every inch of me going deeper inside my wife's niece. With probably 30 people outside. She gasped a little as my big head slid between her lips. "Oh wow," she kept saying over and over. She tugged on her still exposed nipple as I fucked her hard. She watched the whole thing, her eyes. It f***ed me to drink. My hair was completely soaked with pee. Frank gagged my mouth so that I could not scream. I wept, but no matter where it was. Both only said that it is for our security, because it hurts like you could do. I just please, please do not think. Sasha lay under me, he pushed my ass cheeks apart and fucked me in the ass He ****d me brutally. Rammed me in the big fat cock again until it stops at my ass. I wanted to cry because of this pain on the Ass, but could not because of. She gets a wheelchair for Shelly and she wheels her directly to a room. Another nurse pulls us aside. "Are you family?" she asks. " No, I am her boss, friend I am her friend. She works with me." "I am going to need some information." I keep looking at the door wanting to get back to Shelly. I cannot stand the sterile feeling in hospitals. I hate the walls. The green tile they use and the floor with the colored lines that direct you to where you need to go. I hate the smell. But today the smell. That window at her back? In the centre of London? It showed a rural landscape bathed in sunshine, despite the fact that it had been overcast with clouds in the true London landscape of buildings. Clearly a fake window; an image from a computer file. Not a still image, either, possibly a feed from elsewhere. The trees were waving slightly in the breeze. Impressive high definition quality.I pulled my attention back to Mrs Margulies, for I presumed this was she. My escort did the introductions.“Mr.