The bed was really too big for the size of the room, and it had a very girly pink frilly padded headboard. The satin sheets looked impossible to keep ...tucked in. A bedside table on either side held a lamp and alarm clock on one side and a lamp and book on the other side. The book was by a local mystery writer known for graphically explicit torture and death scenes. A blood-spatter writer, I’d heard her called. The nightstands were fully enclosed with a drawer and door on the front.I crossed to. They played games, had some refreshments, and then a short Bible study. It was an unwritten rule that the person who did the set up, did not have to do the break down. So shortly after the Bible study, Christy slipped out the side door, got in her car and drove home. She thought about going over to see John but decided against it. She hadn't talked with her parent's since the afternoon they made love with each other and decided not to see them tonight either.Her mind was on Megan. Ever since. It was E's job to log them in and announce their symptoms to April. If the clinic wasn't busy April and P would treat them. Often when they got busy April would begin treatment, then move to a second patient leaving P to continue the treatment and observation of the first patient.In the event of a loud obnoxious drunk, E would often be forced to man handle them. E was a large black man whose job partly was to protect April and P. If it was really raining blood, he could hold a towel on an open. I could feel his warm breath on me and his 5 o'clock shadow scratching my inner thigh, ever time he swallowed me.Here I was, in heaven getting my cock sucked by a man, realizing it was one of the best blow jobs I've ever gotten.Tyler knew what he was doing, and from the groaning he was making, you could tell he was getting into it, just as much as I was. His hands soon went from the side of the couch to one stroking me on his upwards motion and then other one squeezing my balls.Soon his tempo,.