The small room was filled with lockers, and there was barely enough room to change her clothes without touching the walls and furniture. I pin a badge to the dressing gown with a single word “Love” and knocking, I go to the head of department.

- Love Sergeyevna, darling! - rises to me to meet a middle-aged doctor - Send out today? Well, thank you! What would we do without you! I don’t even know how to thank you.

- Let's count, Gleb Vladimirovich, let's count, - I smile - you know what drives us, the volunteers.

- I'm afraid to ask that!

“Love,” I sighed, leaving.

I walk along an almost shabby corridor to the ward of patients with limited mobility. Here are mostly older men. When I appear in the room, there is a revival. Everyone greets and everyone looks at me: someone with joy, someone with hope. And only the operated peasant with prostate adenoma turns to the wall. Nothing, darling! And you will be cured. It begins the usual hard and unpleasant work to care for patients. This is not the end of my work. I stay overnight as an attendant on duty.

After hanging up I go to my ward.

- Well? Is everyone all right? - I ask strictly.

An old man to my right immediately raises his hand.

- Love Sergeyevna, can I? - He asks an uncertain voice.

Well, just like in school! I sit down on his bed.

“I can't fall asleep, Lyubov Sergeyevna,” he complains. “Will you help me, eh?” - He asks with hope in his voice.

“Well, what to do with you,” I say, softening.

I take out a latex glove from my pocket. The old man readily throws back the blanket. Pulls off his pajama pants with his underpants. I glance over the heads of the ward. Basically, they pretend to be asleep, but some people cast interested views. I stretch my gloved hand and carefully take the faded member of the old man with two fingers. He stares at what I'm doing. And I make careful movements with the fingers below the penis head. The movements are light, tangent, from which older men begin to have an erection faster. The member swells slightly, and I speed things up without increasing amplitude. A man with his head on a bent arm, quite and often sniffs. I look into his face. From my smile, his dick grows in size. He gently puts his hand on my hip and strokes it through the robe. I let him do this because the erection is noticeably increasing. Starikovsky member is almost worth it.

- Move the pelvis to meet me - I say to him - This is useful for you.

The old man begins to groan, then, whining piteously, cums in my hand. I take off the glove and turn it inside out. The session of relaxation therapy is over. I notice another extended hand, it is new. Such a heavy balding man.

- Well, what bothers you, sick? - coming up, I ask him with a grin.

- Same! - he says.

Under the blanket he has a half-full penis. With a habitual movement I take out a glove.

- Lyubov Sergeyevna, is it possible without a glove, a pen?

- If with a condom, then you can - I answer him.

- Doctor, well, I'm not contagious, my tests were taken ...

Already calls me "doctor", like all my wards.

“Well, except for the first time,” I say sternly.

From my light cautious touches to the foreskin of the penis, it begins to heave. Tilting his head, looking at him. I run my finger along the lower side of the penis, get to the large scrotum and tickle it with my fingertips. My nails are cut and do not interfere with this. The man, sniffing, is watching my actions. Then he says quite loudly:

- Doctor, can I ask you to suck me?

- Suck? - I ask, raising an eyebrow.

- Yes...

“I smile, lean over him and lick my pomaded lips, half open.”

He looks at them fascinated. I slightly move away, take his penis with two fingers, which is noticeably swollen, bending low over him.My lips are a few inches from its tip. I already feel its stale, not too pleasant smell.

- Like this?

I open my mouth and turn my head so that he can see his dick against the background of my open lips

- Uh ... Yes! Yes! He exclaims happily.

- It is impossible, - I say in an indifferent tone, straightening and removing my hand - Do not be impudent, sick.

- Doctor, I'm sorry! - he says hastily, turning to a whisper - I will cry! As you want?

- And the whole world is not enough ... - I say absently - you upset me, sick. Next time, behave yourself. You need to make progress in your recovery, okay? And we'll see.

- Doctor, I'm sorry! Help me please! - he humbly asks.

- Well, well ... think of something.

I notice on his table a box of chocolates.

- will you allow?

Pulling out the lollipop. I move the chair to his bed, sit on it.

- Do it yourself.

Slowly immerse the lollipop in my mouth.

- Do you like to look at me? - I ask indistinctly, with a full mouth.

- Yes! Yes! You are so pretty!

“Look and imagine that I suck at you,” I said, sucking the ball loudly with a noise.

The man stares at my face, shaking and jerking off his penis. I throw him a glove in his face.

- Finish it, otherwise I will make everything lick.

I look at the man languidly. I make my lips with a heart. I bring chups to them and demonstrate how he slowly sinks into my mouth. I open my mouth wide and breathe sexually to them, with a quick movement of the tip of my tongue to lick the sweet, sticky juice from the ball. The man groans loudly. Without tearing away his glass look from me, he ends up in a glove pressed to his groin.

- Well done!

I stand up and, with a deft movement, insert the chups into his mouth.

- Get well, sick. It is in your interest.

Petrovich is lying by the window, a thin man with a spinal injury. Sit down to him.

- Lyubov Sergeyevna, but I almost finished it myself now! - he said - why are you trying so hard for some mudily?

- Here, in front of me, too, some kind of asshole. I guess I won’t try for it, ”I replied in a dull voice.

- Love ... Love Sergeyevna, so I ... Excuse me.

- Oh well. How are you, Petrovich?

- You promised ... They promised to give me today ...

- Yes. If you...

Petrovich begins to rise from the bed. I get up to give him a place. He sits down, then resolutely gets up, staggering. Spreading his arms like a tightrope walker, he stands on the rope, takes a step forward. More more. He staggers, nearly falls, but walks down the aisle. Finally comes to the front door, grabs the joint. Then, having recovered his breath, turns around and goes back heavily. Reaches his bed and gently lays down on his face, recovering his breath.

- Well, how? He asks in a cheering loud whisper.

- Bravo, Petrovich! Well, the contract is more expensive than money. Rest first.

- What is the rest there, Lyubov Sergeyevna, - he breathes heavily, lifting himself up - I want you, there is no urine! So I want that aching eggs. True, you give me?

- We agreed, Petrovich.

He quickly lowers his pants. His thin sinewy member is already standing. I sat down again on the bed.

- Another condition, remember?

- And of course! Of course...

He pulls out a condom package from under the pillow and hastily opens it with his teeth.

- Let me.

I smooth it on a member of Petrovich, who at that time already has time to paw me on the chest.

- Well, hush, hush!

Zalazu under the blanket to Petrovich to avoid prying eyes, while the whole chamber subsided in suspense, catching every sound that came from our corner. I lay my back to him. I get up, picking up my bathrobe. Petrovich's tenacious hands are hurrying across my body. Chew breasts under the bra, stroking the sides, thighs, stroking the ass through the panties. I have nothing under my bathrobe. Petrovich moves, ...