She froze, as a voice whispered in her ear, "Don't run, don't scream, or they will never find your body. Now lets finish what you started in the bathr...oom." the voice was unfamiliar and cold. She stood still, in shock. Her whimpers muffled. Tears making her eyeliner run. Her thoughts of what was coming next scared her but on the other hand they didn't, she was so desperate to be touched and fucked, hard. Her pussy tensed. She felt dirty, knowing this person had heard her touching herself, but. I used to know the girl who lived there, Catherine. After we left school, we lost touch, she moved away.I used to pass the house on my way to work, usually at around four in the morning. It was always dark, and spooky, but I would always think of my friend as I passed.I like music, and listen to my ipod as often as I can. One morning, however, the battery failed, and I had to plod on in silence. It was dark, cold and had been raining all night. As I wearily trudged on, I passed Catherines old. Dalia's right hand came up, fingers brushing Susan's bare waist. Their tongues slowly dancing together, mouths open, desire flooding out of each and mixing together, the thoughts and images mixed with the soft sounds of breathing, the tiny whimpers of impending delight.Susan stepped back and Dalia cried out deep inside, “Nooo, don’t leave me.” She watched as Susan's hand reached behind, releasing the bikini top and letting it drop to the floor. Her breasts were beautiful, perfectly formed,. My penis was all shriveled up, and the clear plastic tube I saw before was sticking out of it. A catheter, I thought, since I couldn't pee on my own. I realized I didn't know what time it was. Hell, I didn't even know what day it was. I thought about turning on the TV. I stuck the piece of paper Lauren had given me under my butt.I must have dozed because when I opened my eyes I could see light coming in from behind the curtains. The door opened and the same nurse from before came in."Hi honey,".