“Thank you,” she repeated as she slipped out the door and down the hall.I sat with Jo until dinner time; our conversation moved from one subject t... the next, as she would doze off for a few minutes at a time, sometimes in the middle of a sentence. The evening shift nurse brought her food, and I went back to the cafeteria for my own meal.The night and the following morning passed quietly, and I decided to go out of the hospital for lunch, since Jo was asleep. When I returned to Jo’s room, I. “Looks stunning” I replied and she came out and sat down watching me take a hit on the smoke, “Mmm sir, can I have some?” she asked and I passed over the cone only to see her cough her little heart out before she finally got the strength of it, “Wow sir” she sighed as it took immediate effect and after passing it back she sat back in the chair.Although she had her knees together I could still see the little white triangle of her borrowed panties as the denim skirt was a bit short and the bottom. Her body trembled as he dug in his fingers, kneading her ass like a pile of bread dough. Using one finger he traced the pouty pink lips letting the tip slide inside, just enough to moisten it. He heard her groan and push back against his finger, trying to impale herself on his probing digit. Not allowing that, he withdrew his finger from her vagina and let it trace its way up to and circle her gently constricting asshole."Ohhhh, my God!" he heard her say as he pushed his finger slightly into. ”“I know, but still, standing in 35 degree weather in micros and short halters? Come on!”Malcolm didn’t say anything else. He knew that this was just Betsy being Betsy. Betsy believed that there were some things one just didn’t do with a submissive, no matter how much consent you had. She didn’t let it spill over to her job, so no one complained much.“They have safe words, Betsy. Haven’t you heard of ice play? I have to check on the specialty rooms upstairs. Start filing them in in 5.