29-09-2020, 07:17 PM
It was time for my morning meal and medicines. But today, instead of a nurse, a ward boy was there to assist me with everything. Maybe it was a coincidence, but all I was thinking this to be a planned thing. This ward boy had a name tag of Jiren.
He was in his 40s, 5’8 with average fit physic and brown tanned skin. I assumed that maybe the ward boy from yesterday showed his clicked pictures to every ward boy. Now every ward boy or the person who has seen my pictures wants to fuck me. I was really going crazy over it with excitement.
I knew for a fact that Jiren wasn’t the ward boy from last night. Jiren served me my breakfast and also gave me my medicines. But instead of doing something else, he was staring at me, more at my cleavage, actually. I looked down to notice that my buttons were open and he was getting a nice view.
I could see his bulge in his pants, and it was long. I wanted to see how big it actually was. He caught me in this act and smiled at me, touching at his crotch. He then, while picking up the breakfast plate from my bed, slightly brushed his hands on my thighs, dragging it from my hips till my knees. I didn’t react to it.
He kept the plate on the side table and was giving me my medicines with a glass of water. He purposely dropped the glass, pouring all the water on my dress, making my breasts wet. Making it look like an honest accident, but I was no fool to not understand.
He was in his 40s, 5’8 with average fit physic and brown tanned skin. I assumed that maybe the ward boy from yesterday showed his clicked pictures to every ward boy. Now every ward boy or the person who has seen my pictures wants to fuck me. I was really going crazy over it with excitement.
I knew for a fact that Jiren wasn’t the ward boy from last night. Jiren served me my breakfast and also gave me my medicines. But instead of doing something else, he was staring at me, more at my cleavage, actually. I looked down to notice that my buttons were open and he was getting a nice view.
I could see his bulge in his pants, and it was long. I wanted to see how big it actually was. He caught me in this act and smiled at me, touching at his crotch. He then, while picking up the breakfast plate from my bed, slightly brushed his hands on my thighs, dragging it from my hips till my knees. I didn’t react to it.
He kept the plate on the side table and was giving me my medicines with a glass of water. He purposely dropped the glass, pouring all the water on my dress, making my breasts wet. Making it look like an honest accident, but I was no fool to not understand.