Ron took slow methodical steps, each one more precious than the last. There was a small maze-like hallway leading to the bathroom door. Every step bec...ame tedious. A man exited the bathroom as he was in front of the door and he had trouble getting out of the way, sidestepping to his right to let him by. His stomach made another disagreeable plea for attention, and Ron hustled through the door in a frenzied shuffle. Eight stalls and a dozen urinals filled the megaplex's huge bathroom. Ron opened. Instead, she teased and slithered and wiggled, she let him in her tight young pussy inch-by-excrutiating-inch, as if to avenge herself on him for all the sleepless nights she’d spent fantasizing about this moment. Gilles could have endured this kind of torment for hours. She wriggled and ground her hips against his body, taking his cock full measure, Mila knew he was enjoying every moment of this delicious torment. His hands were roaming all over her body and it was like he knew just what. She could see her delicious pink inner lips glistening with her moisture. She bit her lower lip as she pressed her fingers harder against her pussy. She watched as her fingers pressed against her flesh, and then she felt the delicious feeling of her pussy being penetrated by a finger. She pushed it deeper, curling her finger inward and upward and then dragging it out of her tight hole. She moaned in pleasure as she began the process again, repeating it over and over. The pace quickening, she. Most of our patients suffer from mood disorders. Manic depressives, you might know them as, but the modern term for the ailment, is Bipolar Disorder. And … we have a few alcohol dependents in residence as well.’ I assumed that the last comment was poignantly directed at me personally. But I was pretty sure that I could stop drinking anytime I wished, so I ignored it completely. Eventually we came to a door in a large brick wall. Obviously the door led into what was once the house’s kitchen.