Beige walls, the steady hum of electrical equipment, she notices an IV bottle hanging from a metal pole. Her left hand is heavily bandaged, a new IV l...ne dangles from her right arm, and her hands are bound to the bed. She tests the restraints, and she wonders why they are there. The man is there in the room, he is sitting in a blue chair looking out the room’s solitary window. She watches him, studies him. He is an older man, maybe fifty, perhaps older than that. His skin is sun-worn and rough,. He pulled the flimsy material to the side and slid in his fingers. He had two deep in her cunt, and thumb on her clit, as they dueled with their tongues, and sucked on lips. He laid her on the couch, pulled off her bottoms, and pulled her to the edge of the couch, never breaking contact with her mouth while he did it. He finally pulled away from her mouth, then started a trail from her neck, collar bone, and down her stomach, until he came to her juicy pussy. He dove in, tongue and all, licking. She was so frustrated. Why couldn’t she just do something like that? Be that forward? But no, she couldn’t because girls weren’t supposed to think about those things, much less initiate them. Damn, she thought as she pushed the thoughts from her mind and re-engaged fantasy mode. Soon her fingers were under her shorts, inside her panties, rubbing the smooth slit, feeling the glow, the tingle starting. She worked then down to her ankles and began to rub in earnest, some of her thoughts. The instant we were out of sight of the suspicious person who had been the reason for the tantrum Angelique would start to giggle. She thought the whole thing great fun.It was early-July when we finally caught a flight back to our hometown. I remember hearing a palpable sigh of relief from Morgan as the wheels of the jumbo jet carrying us home touched down."Happy to be home?" I asked."I know Bea and Becky will be. They are expecting to give birth in a month and didn't really get to do much on.