Game on!On Tuesday, same position on the bus, top deck at the back, my nipples already tight and my pussy starting to itch awaiting his presence. He w...s braver this time, his thumb moving over my hardened peak as the bus bumped along, I looked up at him the minute he came into contact, my mouth slightly open, my tongue licking my bottom lip. My eyes willed him to do more but after stroking my hardened teat for quite a while he eventually bottled it and moved away. What he would have done, I. He gave her a pelvic exam and massaged her G spot, her clit and then masturbated her. He said everything worked, but she just needed ‘sex lessons’. She like his ‘treatment’ and he had made her very sexually excited. She wanted to go back once a week for his ’special’ treatment. He continued masturbating her each week and showed her things that stimulated her sexually. She liked this even more. ‘Sex lessons‘, she called it. He would always give her a ‘special pill’ at the start of the. This was my fourth trip here in three months, damned heart attacks. This time the doctor said that there was little hope. Eighty-five percent of my heart was dead, and if I survived the night I would have to spend the rest of what looked to be a short life in a nursing home. Personally, I hoped I didn't make it through the night. I used to work in a nursing home, at one point in my life. Not a bad place to work, mind you, but I didn't want to live there.Nurse Woe asked me yet again "What is. " the nursesaid."Okay." Cindy replied as she was leaving the room, "Get well soon Tim."With a sigh of relief, the nurse started, "I don't know whathappened... but get some rest. We will talk about what happened at yourlocker as soon as you feel better. Feel free to use the bathroom."The nurse left the room and Tim went to the bathroom.Staring at himself, Tim looked like a wreck. He felt like it too. Hestarted to think about Cindy for the moment, as she was caring enoughto get him some help.All.