They were lucky if I was there nurse. I loved fucking them.Another time, a morbidly fat woman was my patient. I again was hot and bothered and excited...to give her a bath. My pussy was a wet mess thinking about her blubber and wondered if she’d be up for a little fun. I again made sure to make her feel comfortable and flirted with her. She was also like putty in my hand. She too played with my bottom in my scrubs. My pussy was on fire. I moved my hands along her pussy and washed her there. She. She wanted him to look again though, and found herself arching her back ever so slightly as a flush crept up her chest.Embarrassed at her behavior, she forced herself to sit up straight as her boss continued to talk about the earnings report, but her traitorous breasts had already signaled their interest to her pussy, which tingled and swelled in response. Just as she feared she might lose control of herself, however, her arousal plateaued and settled down to a warm buzz. Realizing that she was. Once again I stand and wait. How long have I been here, how long will I be here? My fear fades for now I have survived yet the fear stays close because it knows it is not over. As much as I find it inconceivable I find myself drifting off to sleep. Not and easy comfortable sleep but a troubled sleep, one brought on by the fear and terror and yes by the pain. I have no sense of time, no idea actually that I've been asleep when the pain I'd first felt in my ass is now on my chest. Once again in. Some of these guys were strictly bottom, some were strictly tops and some were vers. We would both fuck the ones who were bottoms only and they would end up with two loads of cum deep in them. The tops would fuck both of us and most often would cum in both of us, then we would fuck and cum in each other. With the guys who were vers we would switch off and they would fuck one of us, we would fuck them and each other, etc. It was always hot, fun, feel good sex.One day he called me and said he has.