Cara
I should have gone to the doors, but they seemed jammed.
“I want to leave! Open the doors! I’m not interested in this anymore!” I screamed. The receptionist didn’t stop. She didn’t even look embarrassed. She gripped the edges of the counter, her back arching as the nurse continued to bury her face between her legs.
“Wait… baby… ahhh. Yesss, right there… Risa,” the receptionist gasped out. “Just… wait… I have to… finish… ahhh, ohh, yess…”
I stood there, paralyzed. My mind was telling me to run, to break the glass if I had to, but my feet wouldn’t move.
I was forced to watch as the receptionist hit her peak. Her body shuddered, her thighs shaking violently against the nurse’s ears.
After a few seconds, the nurse pulled back. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand and looked
