There was two wards, upstairs and downstairs, sometimes one of them might have to help downstairs and vice versa. The new patient Graham was due a rub...down, this was done quite often as sometimes they could spend quite some time in one place, Graham wasnt really needing this as he was more mobile than most patients, but it was part of his treatment so it was done anyway, when Lorraine moved Graham onto his side she felt that his fist had fell between her legs and was pressing ever so slightly. A neighbouring house was the only other home in range so the pretty 38year-old Wendy always sunbathed nude. Her husband Andrew and she being the only ones around except as I said the one next-door neighbour, she tended to throw caution to the wind, though she was always a lady who loved well-endowed men, her husband not being in that category by any means, they had, by mutual consent it must be said, enjoyed sharing her, allowing her the freedom to enjoy other men sexually, without upsetting. "Yes, curtesy," Rosie stated flatly, brooking no argument. "You mustcurtesy on entering and leaving a room. And to each female in the room.Is that understood? I wish it. I command it."There followed a completely surreal half hour, Rosie and Molly sat inthe four poster bed, sipping tea and carrying on a running commentary,while an overweight, now completely bald, middle-aged man dressed in arubberised maid/swimsuit/corset with his buttocks and erect member onfull display and a pair of used. “By the way. I’m John, with a big dong.” Jacqueline gives John a smile, then throws me a glance. I nod my head, giving her the all good to go. My wife has a quick look around the room and with confidence in her voice, shouts, “Okay… Let’s do this.” She walks directly over to the man sitting to the right, John following right behind her. My wife stands in front of him. He starts caressing her thighs, with his hands gliding over her stockings. Moving further up her legs, he makes a brief.