.. wasn't an hour..."Mercer sighed, walking across the room to help them to their feet.Sometimes they were a little shaken after the rough fucking. Th...ugh he hated this informal role as a fluffer, he found himself strangely... compelled.He banished the thought, as he managed to do so easily with unwanted ideas.The two found their footing, standing shakily as strands of cum leaked down from their holes. Still dripping from the tank, both reached for a pair of towels."Your card..."Mr. Mercer. I was nervous and but said maybe. I explained my disease mighttake a year or more to cure, plus I was going to the Brooke Institutefor classes on how to me a better woman. The girls all giggled and said,"Terri, we can help you with your feminine ways. This will be fun." I'mnot sure what they meant, but they all seemed so sweet about my disease.As we walked back, it seemed like we were all best friends for years.One girl was holding my waist thinking I was going to fall in theseheels.The. She watched him smile as their eyesmet. He bent over to kiss her on the mouth as her handpumped away at his cock. The oil that had escaped before was now dripping fromends of his hair or the naked skin of his balls. Herfree hand collected it, and added the oil remaining onher chest. She worked it around so that it coated hermiddle finger. “One good ass rub deserves another.” Her finger slid between his ass cheeks. She quicklyfound his asshole and rubbed the oiled finger againstit,. The procession traveled four blocks to the entrance of the hospital driveway. People were four and five deep every step of the way. As Steve carefully helped Gwen from the car, the crowd became very loud. Screams, whistles, yells and applause filled the air. Out of habit, Gwen took Steve’s left hand in hers and raised it up in a salute, only to have Steve gasp and quickly hunch over.“I’m so sorry!” apologized a mortified Gwen. “I forgot about your ribs for a second. Please forgive me!”The crowd.