Not if Rachael has anything to say about it.

Rachael instantly clapped her hands, causing Sandra to go into a trance. "When I clap my hands, you shall continue to wash me, but you will not use the sponge." Rachael announced. "You will use your... tongue." She giggled to herself, then clapped.

Upon awakening from her trance, Sandra placed her sponge in one of the buckets of water and climbed on the lower half of the bed. Rachael couldn't wait, she was about to be eaten out for the very first time. She had fantasised about this moment constantly, when alone in her room. Rachael let out a gleefully squeal, as the nurse brought her lips an inch from her slit.

It happened, Sandra's soft tender lips, made contact with Rachael's wet and waiting pussy. Rachael simply grunted, the shocking spark of pleasure, made it nearly impossible to get her words out. With Rachael's hand resting on her head, Sandra let her tongue break dance on her clit. Flicking her tongue up and down, left to right and swirling it in clockwise, Sandra put everything she had into her 'cleaning.'

Meanwhile, Rachael was in complete ecstasy, letting out moans of pure pleasure. It was far better than anything she had ever imagined, her hands never came close to feeling so incredible. The pressure was building, her eyelids became too heavy to open and let out a shriek that could be heard from the moon.

It took tremendous effort for Rachael to reopen her eyes, though the sight that greeted her made her smile. Sandra's face was drenched in her cum.

Clapping again, Rachael put Sandra back into the trance and made her forget the 'inappropriate' thing she did to her patients. After this, the nurse exited the ward and left Rachael alone.