Suddenly there was a knock at the door and the lady was stood there demanding to come in. Shit, what to do. As there was no other exit I had no choice...but to let her in.She asked what I did everyday in the cubicle. There was not a lot to say, as I had a porn mag next to me. She asked if that was really what I did each day – wank over the magazine and over her. What could I say, what could I do. There was no denying it, so I told her that this was what I loved to do.She told me to wank in front. " My breathing was harsh and difficult during most of the captain's speech. My sex was throbbing fiercely at his words. I understood him so well it was as though we were one mind. How did he understand me so well? Where did he get such insights into my sexuality? Were all women the same or was I different? But the captain was sitting up in the bed. As I watched him, drowsily, my mind elsewhere, I saw that he was retrieving the leather belt from his trousers. My heart stopped and I suddenly. The room was the same as always. A doctors table sat at the side, cover with a large thin blue blanket with spots of blood. On top of it was a mannequin dressed as a nurse with knives going through its sides. Behind the table was the good doctor in bloodied scrubs and a lab coat. He also wore a mask over his mouth and a scrub cap. He was playing with the mannequin on the table, stabbing it, until he saw me walk in. I was smiling at him. Show time. He pulled the mannequin off the table and. My hands force her arse cheeks aside and tease her tight arsehole. Licking a finger, I slowly begin to force it inside. Her moans become one hell of a lot louder as her tight hole is slowly penetrated and I grab her hands with my free one to stop them interfering while my tongue searches out her hard clit. With the finger tip inside her arsehole and my tongue torturing her clit she begins to shudder and her thighs tighten around me."Oh God, no-one has ever done that to me before, but don't.