Ben couldn’t stop staring; he looked her up and down, sinking in every curve and line on her figure. He has dreamt about her since her learned to ma...turbate at the age of 13. “Jess……” he said nervously, “Shhhhhhh.” She told him, putting a finger to his mouth, “Ben, I want you to fuck me, please.” “I have thought about you since I was 13, when I saw you naked in the shower.” She stood up, and smiled at him, bending over, kissing his lips.“I saw you peek at me, and I have seen you masturbate all. Her hands moved up and down his well-built body while he continued to kiss her.After that, he whispered, "Wait here."He got up and took out the candles and massage oils from her bag. He placed the candles on the nightstand and on the dresser. Some of them smelled like vanilla and other sensual scents, some of them were the ones that melt into massage oil.He came back to Pamela who was still on the bed. He said, "I just want to set the romantic mood right."Pamela smiled at him as he kissed her. It didn't take me long to have him moaning and fucking my face, while he held handfuls of my hair and pumped his dick further into my throat. When he finally let me up for air, John turned me around, lifted my skirt and rammed his throbbing dick deep in my pussy. I lifted a leg to the edge of my bed as he rammed me hard. A quick slap on my ass made me want more of him.My pussy is dripping of cum as John is twisting me around to lay on the bed. I unbuttoned his blue shirt I had on to reveal. Before five minutes had passed, a pair of burly female orderlies appeared, strapped me in place on the cart, and drove it quickly into an operating room. A moment later a big ugly woman in a surgical mask stalked quickly to my side, raised her hand and drove an anaesthetic needle into my butt, right through my jeans."Ow," I thought...then...calmly...slipped...****Outside still, my two half-drunk friends debated over the meaning of the tiny lettering on the door."What's it say?" asked Lardo. "I.