............................................................................................................................................................................Another day, another dollar as they say, back to work at the hospital.I continue with my regular routines at work, and most days I make an effort to help Molly our ward clerk, giving her the occasional massage, also helping her lift and move things. I enjoy chatting to her, she is friendly with a great personality, her Irish. Madame chuckled again, this time delightedly. ‘Say it, what does the slave want?’ Madame ordered. I blushed prettily for her, a rare talent in a courtesan I have been told but one I was always able to display on command. I lowered my eyes demurely and whispered in a pained voice. ‘The slave wants more of the rod inside her.’ Madame obliged, thrusting the phallus slowly into me. I bucked despite myself, for her talents in domination were quite extraordinary. I could not help the faint sheen of. After taking Dinner we were talking till late midnight and then went for the sleep. But how come I could sleep without the rejoice of sex that day I didn’t sleep at all.Similarly 1 week passed, me masturbating and Mehak dii noticing some changes in me and hence came the 8th night that night i decided to fuck in any case. Similarly like the first day that day also we were talking up till 11.30 pm and then went for sleep. I waited for half an hour until dii went into sound sleep and then started. I feel safe in his arms." Your virginity isn't very safe," I whispered to her, causing her to blush and push her face into my shoulder. Ensign Marakova laughed."So you know all about this?" Beatrice asked the ensign. "How should I know I can trust you Ensign... ?" Marakova," the woman replied. "My name is Susan Marakova. Why don't you call me Susan, it will make things easier." Susan sounds like an American name," I observed."It is," Susan replied with a smile. "My parents were hoping to move.