"She glares at me. She pulls out a scalpel. She reaches into her lunchbag and pulls forth a sausage. "My name is not your name, slut."I am in weird la...d, but I strangely feel safe, until she waves thatscalpel close to my now softening cock."I think we should just cut it." She smiles. And then, fast as wind,she slices the sausage into bite size slices. "Hmm?" I, I, slut apologizes..." Gut."I am amazed how Nurse B shaves me, with that scalpel. First the cream,then the knife. She closes in onto my. Instead I spread some oil on my cock and give it a few strokes as I dab my fingertip with oil and spread it over your pussy lips. As I do you moan with anticipation and push up and back towards my fingers. I grab a pillow and have you rise up as I push it under you to lift your ass into a prone position. I so want to bury my cock but I wait. I spread oil over your back and shoulders and continue to rub to relieve the tension gathered in your lower neck and back. I push down the center of your. I later learned that her name was Geetha. We worked on the same floor but in different teams. As the days went by, I got to know. She was four years elder to me and married, that day I felt ashamed of myself for thinking about this girl.One day we were called to a town hall meeting at 3 pm. I prepared myself for the meeting and went. (I like to be punctual when it comes to anything). I entered the meeting hall and there I saw Geetha again. I was surprised at seeing her but kept my feelings. I was figuring that, since your marriage don't seem to meanthat much to you, perhaps you'd be willing to trade in that gold bauble you wear on your left hand." My wedding ring? What do you want with it?" Don't you know a thing about leprechauns, lad? We collect the stuff, and since very few people carry gold coins anymore, we have to find it other ways." Why should I let you take my ring?" Vic-boy, I can't TAKE your ring. It must be given freely. So in returnfor that lovely, I am willing to.