" Blackie nodded and Linda handed him the bag. "Thank you Blackie." She said. She turned back to Sweet. "You've been very kind. If there's anything I ...an ever do for you," she leaned in very close to him, "please let me know." Oh baby!" he replied. "I knows exactly what you can do for me." He moved around to the front of his desk and undid his pants. He already had a hard-on. Linda stepped towards him and removed his underwear. She began to stroke his hard cock. Sweet began to moan and rock his. Her hands stop teasing my hard nipples and slide down my body skimming over the material to my crotch, she pushes her hand between my legs pushing the material into my sodden crease. My breathing starts to increase, I am so maddenly turned on by the attentions of this woman that I feel I could cum on the spot. She brings her hand up to her mouth, I can see her fingers are wet even through the fabric of my pyjamas, she sucks her fingers into her mouth to taste me. I watch her transfixed, words. Since Marianne had dumped him a year or so back, he'd had a long and lonely dry spell. It wasn't that he was that bad looking or anything, just so damn shy. It was just plain hard chatting up a woman you'd just met, and getting to know her better was such a hassle. Man, if he only had that damn token... It was sitting in the dirty display window of the rundown curios shop. Just an old brass New York City subway token. Pretty beat-up looking, too, with spots of corrosion and green crud. No, it. She easily attained erect nipples, simply from fabric touching her them. She didn't want to have anybody, either co-worker, or patient, distracted by seeing her nipples pushing against her scrubs. It was, also cool enough that she put on a long sleeve T-shirt. If it became too warm, it could be removed, or the sleeves pushed higher.The hospital had issued her five sets of scrubs, which, for R.N.s, were black, LPNs wore red, and Staff wore blue. Support and Maintenance people wore grey. They.