He puts on the blindfold and ties my hands up in front of me.I hear him upzip his pants. He pulls his cock out and rubs it all over my face. He slaps ...e once with it and tells me to open my mouth."Me likey big cock. Me likey suckee suckee." I open up wide and let him stick his cock all the way to the back of my throat."I knew you'd be a good little whore."He's been in this business a while. He knows a good slut when he sees one.I slide him in and out of my mouth noisily, getting his cock real. So, Maggie the Princess or Maggie the Fuck Bunny? Shit, some guys I'd done had barely known my name. I was just an available pussy. Chuck not only knew my name-and a whole lot else about me-he had even named my pussy, for Chrissakes!How could I turn this down?Well, all too easily, one part of my brain told me. The part that contained my libido. This would be a major lifestyle change. Could I live with that? My brain was fighting this war all morning. I decided I needed someone to talk to. At. That might explain why I am in such a small hospital. If I remember correctly there is a very large new hospital just south of town and one over on the west side that has been here a while. This hospital, I had never heard of before.Candy Striper Cindy came in with my supper a little while later and gave me some apple juice, clear broth, four crackers, and a square of jello. Some supper, but at least it wasn't totally liquid and through my veins. For that I was truly thankful. I found out that. My office is only one mile from the building where Sherri works so on Monday I left work fifteen minutes early and was parked outside her building by the time she was supposed to get off work. At five people started coming out of the building and by five-fifteen there were only seven cars left in the lot, one of them Sherri's. At five thirty Sherri came out and I followed her about two miles to a Super 8 motel. She pulled into the lot and parked in front of room 106, got out of her car and went.