I wasn’t feeling quite right—something deep inside me was aching, restless. So I called her. The moment Nurse Gray walked in and listened to me describe what I was going through, she knew exactly what it was: a serious case of hysteria.
She took charge right away. Told me to strip and lie back on her bed. I could already feel my pulse quicken. The cool glide of her gloves, the warm press of her bare chest against mine—it was a heady mix that made me melt under her touch.
When she flipped me over, I gasped. Her fingers explored me with knowing intent, teasing me until I was trembling. I could barely take it.
By the time she brought out the strap, I was desperate for more. She shoved her panties between my lips to muffle the sounds I couldn’t control, and then she took me—deep, firm, and unrelenting. Every thrust, every stroke, pushed me closer to the edge until I finally let go in a rush of release.
And just like that... I was cured.
