“Uhhh sir, how is it that you clean up? How are you uhhh getting bathed and all?” she asked in her silent like voice. “Well Nurse Ratchet, as I ...like to call her, would simply undress me, and sponge me down and then simply dry me off.” He said it like it was nothing. “That’s all. For what its worth she’d even help me get dressed too. I’m assuming you’ll be doing that too?” Olivia didn’t say anything right away but she then asked “Uhhhhhh, do you still need that to be done today too, sir?” He. I felt funny as he slid his hand under my shirt. I gulped down my drink as Mr Smith twitched my nipples with his finger nails. Leaning down he said, why don't you let me open your shirt. Mesmerized by the video I said OK. My heart pounded as he unbuttoned my shirt. Whispering in my ear he said, take your shoes off. As I leaned forward Mr Smith pulled my shirt off me. After kicking my shoes off he ask, doesn't that feel better, as he rubbed my chest. My head began to swim as he moved his hand. The shower head, the ceiling, the walls, the shower glass door, everything vanished from her sight... even her tits. And that was when she felt normal. She was a strong woman, confident in her skills and in her worth, but she knew that when people looked at her, they saw her tits first and foremost, and very often, they saw only her tits, as if she, Jessica Rabbit,the most successful nightclub singer Toontown had ever birthed, was nothing more than a walking pair of bloated meat balloons. She. I was not in mood to get up initially though I heard her however to my surprise she didn’t tried waking me up again, I opened my eyes and saw she quickly looked at herself in the mirror pulled her already low cut blouse further lowPulled her already tied petticoat below her navel further low and quickly wrapped her yellow sari with black floral print tightly around her sexy ass, she gave a glance to herself again from front and back and winked at herself in the mirror ,she looked heavenly with.