‘Now that means something’s gone wrong somewhere.’ She was a looker, there was no doubt about that. Five foot two, long blonde hair, pretty face... Her sweet curves were tightly bound by her blue uniform, her hair under a small, perfectly white hat, her legs covered by white nylon. And she knew she was attractive, she was trying to use it by slowly moving towards me. I could smell her perfume over the disinfectant hospital smell. ‘You gonna call the police?’ ‘Maybe,’ I shrugged. She saw that I. "Please be quiet. If they're in, they could be sleeping," whispered Paula as she lightly knocked on the bedroom door. A scream from within suddenly pierced the silence. With great concern, Paula pushed the door open and rushed into the room, followed by as many others as could squeeze into the room behind her.Gwen and Steve had been given VIP treatment at a local hospital. They were attended to immediately upon arrival. Gwen had watched the doctors work on Steve's cuts and was impressed with. But you are not Logan and you are not a man.”Storm laughs. “Yes, I’ve noticed that about myself also.” Crossing the room, she takes an African-looking decorated bowl from one of the many shelves on the wall and brings it over to me. “Here. Take your choice.”The bowl is full of condoms in assorted brands and styles. As soon as I get over my surprise, I run my fingers through the flat little packages to see what is there.“Mein Gott! I did not know they also come in colors! Look, there is. Since you like looking at that gay stuff all day, I'm going to give you a chance to experience it first hand. Get those shorts off so I can see you wank that puny little white cock of yours." he said. I know I'm no John Holmes but I've never really thought of my cock as puny. Of course, that was by a white man's standard and I was sitting in front of a rather large black man now. I nervously dropped my shorts to the ground and stepped out of them. In spite of my present fear, my cock still.