I said I had a spare one at home as I’m a hoarder and never through stuff out and she said how much and I said nothing I have it from somewhere else... She said how nice I was and I left to get it. I couldn’t stop thinking of her chubby little body all the way there and all the way back (she was about 5’ nothing and chubby but not fat, She must have been mid 30’s but looked late 20’s easily). I knocked on her door and she let me in and I put the PSU in and yep working again and she couldn’t thank. ’ She looked up at his face, saw the set of his chin, the steely determination of his gaze, yet she could also read his desire there. ‘You’re beautiful. And you are mine.’ He smiled almost grimly. ‘My own slave.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ She spoke it easily, as if she had been saying it all her life. So strange, a part of her thought. She had never imagined surrendering so completely, it ran totally counter to her normally confident, arrogant independence. Yet it had touched a deepest need of which she. The nurse was bobbing along on his schlong. Her cheeks were bulging. Spit oozed from the corners of her mouth. He was stroking her face while she gave him head. She was gagging while she held his hips and he face-fucked her mouth. She was making all kinds of sucking noises.He was calling her all kinds of derogatory names. I couldn’t believe this guy. In one day, I saw him fucking our night shift boss, having another nurse give him head. He was touching some of the residents. Her eyelashes were thick with mascara and she reeked of perfume. She was wearing a black bra and matching panties that her fat tummy hung over partially obscuring the panties. In short she looked like a fat nasty prostitute. This, of course, made my dick hard. “Well, let’s get started,” I said. But she walked past me and out of the room without even responding.A few minutes went by and she had not returned to the room.“Hey, what the hell are you doing?” I asked.I received no.