She was disappointed that he didn’t like the coffee that she had special ordered for him. Resigning herself to his simple taste in coffee, she said,... “I’ll make another pot for you.”“Thanks.”Turning to Shuana, Nora asked, “Do you think he understands that it’s Jamaican Blue Mountain?”“You really did recognize the flavor?” Shuana had only tasted Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee twice, once when they tried a test brew and this morning. It had been the best cup of coffee that she had ever tasted.“Oh,. “Suck it,” I whimpered, lust fogging my mind. This wasn’t right. I shouldn’t be saying this but ... But her hand felt so amazing.“Mmm, but maybe I’m hungry for something else.” She rubbed the tip of my cock, sending pleasure shooting down to my pussy. My cunt clenched. My body whimpered, pulling on the silken strands holding me in place.She loomed closer to me, her eyes boring into mine. Then she smiled. Her skin rippled again. Her body changing, growing grotesque. Her hand wrapped around my. Sheslipped passed me catching my hand as she went and pulledme back into one of the gent’s cubicles. Once inside shepulled the front of her dress down over her huge titsletting them flop out into the open. It was the firsttime I had seen them and I wasn’t disappointed, theywhere full and round with her very large dark brownnipples hard and puckered.“What’s the matter with you? Never seen breasts before?”she asked sounding almost angry.“Not as big as yours. Soap stations were parked next to every door. Nurses walked around with cheery scrubs that somehow seemed wrong against the backdrop of the suffering. Even worse, the frantic and heavy expressions of loved ones were haunting and inescapable.The employees at the front desk were assholes. They gave me a hard time when I said I was there to see Rose, telling me they were supposed to receive a list of visitors and my name wasn’t on it. I fought with them, getting more and more pissed until they.