“Fuck, forgot the piss tube,” he cursed and he went to find some long nosed pliers to do a bit of surgery with.It was like watching an artist, a f...ucking piss artist. Fucking Picasso would have done a neater fucking job. Fucking tape and staples every fucking where, blood leaking you name it.“Right fucking tits,” Nobby said, “Grab the air line would you?”I pulled the flexible air line which hung from the ceiling.Nobby pulled the cunt’s shirt open and stuck a couple of slits in his chest. Knobby. First of the bunch was Diane; she was a gorgeous blonde that always gave him hard time to keep his swelling member down. Her body was perfect in shape; well rounded with an ass that whenever behind her he'd do a pelvic thrust towards her claiming he’d want to tap it. She’d catch his antics every now and then but he plays off with his bright smile while pretending to grab patients’ prescriptions. To him she was a goddess that will be tampered with.Next was Tina. She was of Indian descent. Her. My horror quickly subsided as it dawned on me that we were just two guys that were engaged in exactly the same act, that of wanking our cocks off, so the fact that another man had just caught me wanking stopped bothering me. A different type of horror then hit me, though not literally, as he stepped forward, took hold of my head with both his hands and forcefully pushed his rock hard cock into my unwilling mouth. I attempted to push him away but his grip on my head was vice-like, and he. On the way down it collected some of her juices and slid up easily to the apex where her clitoris was hiding. Each time my finger came up it would circle the little bump. Cat was squeezing my shoulders, holding on keeping herself steady. Cat was taking deep breaths and moving around on my lap. I let my finger dwell on her clit as I pulled on her little nipple. With a sharp intake of breath and Cat's knees squeezing my thighs, she collapsed against me. When I withdrew my hand to hold her, my.