You need to rest anyway."That was true but my mind rebelled against being held prisoner and when he sat on the bed, I slid passed him and dashed for t...e bathroom. Another shock! The lock was gone. The whole thing completely removed, not even the doorknobs and catch remained. I couldn't fasten the door in the closed position."What the fuck's going on? Can't I even piss, shit and shower in private now?'"You can push the door closed but you cannot lock yourself in. What are you worried about?. “Do you mind if we have one?” asked Tom. “I want to be clean before I fuck you again.” “What makes you think I want to be fucked again?” I replied. “The way you came, the way you acted. The fact you’ve never come like that before and because I fucking said so.” “You’re a right cheeky git,” I replied “Yeah, I know, but I’m right aren’t I?” said Tom. All I said in return was, “The clean towels are on the top shelf in the bathroom cabinet.” While they were showering I dried myself and. It makes me want to giggle. Except I guess that won't be appreciated.Facing me is Celia, the girl I first met when she instructed me on personal hygiene on my first day. She is dressed in the same blue surgical scrubs and wears white surgical clogs on her feet. The same South African accent greets me. "Hi, Fifty," she says. "Nice to see you again. I'd shake hands but..." She nods at my arms. "Turn around and I'll release you. Hmmm, love that hair!" She looks at my bald head."Yes," I say casting. Eric had been trying to get my wife to leave with him to go have sex but she told him she promised to spend time with me. He was very persistent in trying to get her to take a ride. He even came out and right in front of me said, "we will only be gone long enough to fuck". I see on my wife's face that she really wanted to go but she was keeping her promise.I was just about to tell her to just go ahead and go when Eric said lets all ride up to the top of the mountain. There is a small mountain a.