It drifts upward, pauses and feathers down to the same place. I let it rest, I’ve greater problems than a lock of hair.The hair’s owner slides her...arm across my bare chest, edges close and giggles in my ear. “Morning, pet.”Pet? Urgh! Her voice is soft and sensual, but I’m tetchy and the word rankles.“Morning!”She palms my face around and fixes a delicate hello kiss on my lips. “You were snoring.”“So,” I challenge.“Don’t worry. No problem as long as it doesn’t become louder.”She kisses me on the. She was stunning. He had neither been looking at anyone, or expecting to seeanyone in the cubicles, but his eyes had defied him and sought her out. Shewas not heart stopping, or drop dead sexy. She was rather young, perhaps twenty-five,and not in very good shape. He knew when she stood up that she would have thepear shaped body so typical of women in America. He could see that she waswearing a tweed business skirt and jacket with a pale blue blouse underneath.He wanted to see her real. Sultrily, she sucked her index and middle finger into her mouth.By now my cock was desperate to burst free, but instead, I continued enjoying my own private show. Swiftly her hand was back at her crisp white knickers, beyond the waistband and down between her thighs.“Mmm, mmm,” Brooke moaned as her hips kept swaying, while her fingers delved into her concealed delight. Slowly she turned around, her hand still rubbing herself. Spreading her legs slightly she bent over. It was clear to see her. The rest of the equipment I will bring and today, I will be your own personal nurse, your naughty nurse.In about an hour you will hear a knock at your door and you will open it and find me stood there. I will be wearing my tight, white nurse’s uniform and be carrying a bag; you will see a pair of handcuffs hanging over the side of the bag. You will lead me inside and take me upstairs. I will accidentally drop the bag on to the floor and the handcuffs fall out. I bend down to pick up the.