Hardcore Snapchat - Tasha cant afford to pay for her exams.

I hear her telling husband how much she needs to be repaid for all that she's been through. She begs me, & husband, to please take back control. To make her cum for me. I speak to him, telling him of my desires. Briefly, he tells me to ease down. Thats it, I tell him she wants me to come. He promises me she won't need to pay for her tuition. Halfway through my ride, I call them to a hospital emergency room to see how my grades are holding up. I tell them I've suffered enough. I tell them I'll give them the perfect gift. That I will use it to pleasure myself. The doctor takes my last name and tells me to come over. I do. The plan is for me to come and pay for my own schooling. I take a look around and see the pictures in the emergency room as a boy, naked and strapped to gurney, waiting to be touched. I step onto gurney, knowing that's what my parents wanted me to see.

I feel hands on my shoulders, and back. I can feel myself forming a deep sub/experimental bond with these strangers. The doctor examines me. He stands behind a mirror. He tells me to straighten my skirt. I do. Beautiful deep blue eyes, very deep and thoughtful. He gently pushes my shoulders and backs me into a chair. He tells me to pause for a minute. I do, and look at the doctor. I slowly back away from him, but he catches me. Kissing gently on my neck, he tells me to bend over. I do. Notice how she pushes my shoulders back slightly? That's from her training on gurney. Her long hair falls down my back. No one can see that from the gurney, but I feel her hands on me. I slowly give in to her every touch.

I slowly let my breasts fall into her lap. I let my hair down. She stops after a couple of minutes. She asks me how I became a nurse. I tell her my whole story, telling her of my adventurous spirit, my love for cooking, and my devotion to nursing. She tells me that I'm a very special boy. That I was the product of a particularly intense night. That I would be the star in the very near future. That I would be her's boy. I feel myself beginning to blush under her scrutiny. She steps back admiring her handiwork. She sees my quick reactions. She asks me if I am ready to be her boy. I smile. Yes, she tells me. I was created for that special boy..