They soon arrived at the prep room and Mr. Slater placed one arm under Brooke’s knees, the other under her neck and lifted her naked corpse up befor...e placing her on the metal table. He pushed the gurney away and took a moment to straighten Brooke’s body up, placing a metal headrest under her skull. Mr. Slater turned the hose system on which operated like a shower, the water running down the metal table around Brooke’s body and draining down the plughole at the base of the table. Mr. Slater. He pulled out as much as he could and thrust deeply into her. She screamed in rapture as he fucked as hard and deep as he could, the sounds of his balls slapping against her arse and their grunting filled the room.The woman came again, but this time she looked to be in pain.“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuuck” she screamed as she came again. She collapsed in her restraints and still John fucked into her used cunt. “No more. Please no more. Don’t make me cum agaiiin.” She moaned as she was. " How?" I'm not sure." But even as I say it, I am sure. I flash back to when Iwas sitting where he is now and chopped off a piece of my hair."Maybe you're sitting on a piece of me."He stands, drops the tape measure on the floor next to the bed, andscoops a piece of my hair from the chair. It was blonde originally, butmust have morphed to black at some point when I was sitting in thecloset. While it was under Charlie's bare ass."Son of a bitch," I say."What?"Again the compulsion to answer. "I. It came as such things do, at the most obvious and least appropriate moment, and was mostly own stupid fault. I was back on drugs. Not addicted, not shooting smack or anything as bad as that, not more than what is now termed recreational use, and it was only occasional. The trouble was, Steve would go through cycles of depression, not surprisingly, today she would be called bi-polar, and when she was down, what she needed was to get right out of it, and spent a night in the rush of speed or the.