Nudging him with the nightstick, she rubbed the other gauntleted palm over a backside still elaborately abused from Tuesday. Nurse Tara was now squirting surgical lubricant all over her white-gloved hand. Ed’s c**k still screamed out its perpetual bleat. Who actually had that key? Never mind: hot blood suffused his flaming features, causing a longing for that cool bath only inches below and a few minutes away. Desperately Ed squirmed on already aching knees – at least until Tara seized and squeezed his testes.
Carrie meanwhile rested her baton across his brainstem – one good blow to the medulla would do for him. Well-collared already, Ed subsided with but a whimper. As soon as he did so those gloopy digits began rubbing preparatory to plumbing. His craving was about to be sated…
Slender
