Fuck! I really didn't want to do this. I just felt so strange aboutit. But I didn't see how I could get around it. Grace was all gungho."Okay," I ...greed. "Where?" How about I sit on the edge of the tub? You could get to me there.Don't you think?" I guess so." Great! Oh boy! This is going to be so hot! Watching you pretty upmy coochie!"Fuck! She couldn't leave it be. She had to make it worse by gettingall giddy about it.Grace scooted herself up to the edge of her tub, opening her. My street name is Bella, but that’s just a name that works well when I’m out in town with my master. At home, I’m called four by my master and the others. Actually, it’s a number, not a name. In fact, I may as well admit right away that the number is tattooed on the upper slope of my left breast, but I prefer to think of myself as ‘four’ even though master explained that a number is what his slaves have, not real names like free people. Just so you know, Master has allowed me to spell my name. This was like some sort of fantasy. A super hot looking twenty something year old woman inviting me in, vibrator in hand.I followed her into her condo getting a nice view of her rear end. Those jeans look like they were painted on, I thought to myself. Made me wish I had a can of paint remover."You new in town?" I asked."Yes, from Ohio. My job got transferred." She answered.She poured us each a cup of coffee as we sat at her kitchen table. The last thing I really needed was more caffeine, but I. " Well, it was a nurse all right. Carrying a tray with a meal on it." It's lunch time, Harry." Sure, but why do you suppose she stopped to put her mask on before she went into the building?" I saw what he meant.The worst possible thing if you are running an operation like the Hospital, or the Prep Centre come to that, is to get locked in to too much of a routine. But I guess with the Swiss, clockwork is what you'd expect. Every two hours a nurse would come across to the outbuilding and put on.