Now the gurls at the table were slamming their glasses in unison with their cry. "Z cup! Z cup!"Bunny said, "Come along uselesssissy."With a sob, he b...owed his head, and went. ...The bathroom was huge, and white and sterile. And unprivate. It smelt like Lysol. Two toilets were on the left. Over them were enema bags, boxes of tampons and other things that John Phillips couldn't figure out. On the right was a very long mirror with three sinks in front of it and makeup stuff on the counter,. And I want you to get your cock out with the other hand and play with it. No-one can see what you're doing so long as you play slowly" and with that she put her hand on the large bulge in my jeans and started to unzip me. Took a bit of fiddling but she released my very hard dick which felt wonderful to be out of its constraint. She grabbed hold of my other hand, guided it to my dick. "Now play, and no cumming"I continued teasing her clit with one finger, the other slowly pushing in and out of. She typically had her hair pulled up with little makeup on. She was always as sweet as she could be. She was always in scrubs that were way too big whenever she didn't have to be dressed up. Today she was in her clinic clothes...a white button up blouse and wool dress skirt. She had an oversized white coat on with her pockets full to the brim.I said "Wow! It is good to see you! It has been too long!" and she seemed excited to see me again. She hung her coat on the wall and we sat down to. She extricated a wooly-pully from the sea bag and examined it at arms length. Maria moved an ammo can from the couch and sat down on Dragas left. Warren pulled Leers recliner closer, stifling a smokey cough. Leer began sorting through the gear on and around the long wooden coffee table in front of the couch. ‘Looks itchy.’ Draga said at length. ‘Military issue.’ Warren commented. ‘It’s efficient.’ ‘Yeah…’ Draga said slowly, half turning to drape the sweater over the back of the couch. ‘I knew.