Pamela sits there in that blue mini dress, with the white nurses apron, with the little red cross centered over her big breasts, right beneath her silky open cleavage. She playfully kicks her feet, showing off her cheerleader like, blue sneekers, with her big, luscious, baby smooth thighs, spread out over the bed below. You thought Angela was nice, but Pamela is a much bigger girl, about 6 foot 3, with a shapely, buxom build. She lays you out between her big, luscious thighs, and glides her hands over your naked body. You try to get up, but she pushes you down with ease, and brings her thighs in over your little arms, grinning down, as she starts to open the massage oil. You stare up into the silky, tanned, inner walls of her thighs, as they completely surround you, rising up around you over three feet. Each one has broadened out, as it rests heavily on top of the mattress, each about five feet across. As she brings the oil up, and opens it, you blurt out, "I just had an exhaustive massage by the nurse, or whatever she was, that came in before you. Please don't give me another massage?"
Angela shruggs her shoulders, and says , "Well then, tomorrow evening, when it's my turn again, I am going to give you the thigh massage of a lifetime!" She rises from the bed, placing the oil back on the shelf. Suddenly, her cell phone went off. She answered, and said into the phone, "What? No! I still have almost all of two hours with Mister Drake!" Well? Alright then. I will make a deal. I lose an hour and fifteen minutes today, but I get four hours tomorrow night. Do we have an agreement? Alright then. Let's talk about this in a little more detail. What would you have me do to prepare him? " There was a long pause, as she listened, then she said goodbye, and closed her phone. She laid you out on the bed, saying, "I'm afraid our time will be cut short today, Roger? I'm sorry. I was truly looking forward to this. However, it seems that we may have a procedure to possibly counteract the effects of your shrinking virus. I'll need to prepare you for a little simple procedure." Pamela grabs a poofy pillow from the closet, and sets it on the bed at your feet. Then she stands at the door waiting. You stare up into her big, bare ass, as she peeks back over her shoulder, and catches you, grinning as she says, "I see you like the view! You pretend to look away, and then slowly look backk her way, finding her smiling. Suddenly, there is a knock on the door, and she opens it. A couple of beautiful blonds are standing there, looking in, and lighting up into a smile as they see you. Each one is wearing a surgical gown. A third nurse steps into view, also wearing a lab coat, this one is a brunette. They hand Pamela a set of something that looks like elastic bands. She thanks them, and shuts the door, returning to the bedside, where she says, "Now then, Mister Drake?" She places you on the big, poofy pillow, and slips what you now see are little restraints on on your wrists and ankles., tying you down on the pillow, with your limbs pointing to each corner of the pillow. Then she places cloraform over your mouth, and you black out., You wake up, completely disoriented.
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