I knew she liked that. Soon, she was slowly pumping her hips up and down. Her breathing got faster but she was still quiet. Abruptly, she stopped, ope...ed her eyes, and looked over at me. ‘Are you ready?’ Her eyes darted down and she frowned. I wasn’t hard yet, but, she quickly fixed that by cuddling up to me and using her thigh to get me hard again. When she saw that I was hard enough, she turned onto her belly and raised her hips. Without hesitation, I got up and slid into her pussy with. Molly and I were an efficient pair and while Molly would test their temperature and check blood pressure, I’d check their chart and dispense the drugs.We entered the side room with the long-suffering husband in it and he smiled at me in recognition when we came in.“Okay, Mr.” I picked up his chart. “Mr. O’Donnell. David O’Donnell.” I scanned the chart.“Type one diabetic. Transferred from Casualty. Admitted with hyperglycemia. Blood sugar 31.9. He’s been given 10 units of insulin and attached to. And I started fucking her raw as I wanted to enjoy her pussy and give her the natural pleasure. I was fucking her hard, but she requested me to slow down.As she was being fucked without a condom, she was feeling a vibrating sensation. Slowly her pain was turning into pleasure which was evident in the way she was moaning. Since this was her first time, she had her orgasm within few minutes, and her pussy leaked too much juice.Then we took some rest, and we had a wild and hot doggy-style session.. My attention was drawn back by Mistress Julia’s whimper from the bed. “Liya, don’t you move unless you want to share in her punishment! Do I make myself clear?” Master John demanded. I wanted to run for the front door, get in my car, head somewhere, anywhere, away from the beatings. But I would be back. I would miss the better parts of being in a home. So I just assumed the submissive girl position learned in BDSM 101. Kneeling down, head lowered. When the cane cracked across Mistress.