I bend down to pick up the handcuffs and you see I’m not wearing any panties beneath my tight, white nurse’s uniform. Indian sex I rip apart your shirt and for the first time you notice the scissors in my hand. I slap you hard and you do as you’re told. I must admit, you’re being good you’ve barely moved nor made a sound. I run the cold metal up and down your chest, not letting it cut you. I move away from you and standing at the base of the bed I take off my tight, white nurse’s uniform. You will lead me inside and take me upstairs. I slap you hard and you do as you’re told. I take the scissors to your throat and run it across tenderly, you gasp and, taking the scissors away I slap you, hard. I must admit, you’re being good you’ve barely moved nor made a sound. I see a red imprint of my hand left on your face and
