I wasn't like any kind of lounge lizard that spent just as much time trolling for chicks in the singles bars as I did rattling my gold chains when I j...erked off in the men's room every time I struck out. If anything, I had this very proper East Coast look and a confidence that was as attractive as my tall, solid and muscular build. I had a sparkle in my eyes and my smile that went along with polite and cheerful persona.She had to remind herself that all she had to do was act as a professional. She bent over him and thrust hard and deep into him, swiveling her hips once fully inside of him. He couldnt help by moan now at the feeling of the cock inside of him. Fuck my ass harder. Rougher. I can feel your tits swaying across my chest, make them slap together with the force of you fucking me. Taking orders now she did as asked. This was always the case. She moaned with the exertion with which she was fucking him. Pulling back a little bit she shallowly fucked him as she released his. I woke up in the predictably little green room.My chest was taped tight. I had an eye patch over one of my eyes. And a splint on my right arm. I was pretty fucked up. But, looking on the bright side, I wasn't dead. Somebody had taken the time to clean me up.I went out again. I must have been sedated. I woke up after 9:00PM, or so the clock on the wall maintained. I was thirsty, very thirsty. There was a call button hanging from the bars on the side of the bed. I pushed it. A white clad nurse. Her legs I had to tie with long ropes. This spread her and left her vulnerable. I replaced the tape around her mouth with a new gag. This spider gag was wide and open. A couple of pillows behind her head meant she could see what was happening. I straddled her again and waited. Her eyes opened slowly then widened as she looked around. Struggling vainly and moaning throught the gag. I wanted her to see what was happening. I was kneeling around her waist, cock out. It had been long enough that I.