Sasha has a question

"Are you able to perform in your current state? You're not too injured, are you?" Sasha asked, licking her lips unconsciously.

"Why, yes, I can perform. I’ve hardly been able to keep the nurses away long enough to sleep," I replied, thinking I knew where this was going.

"Would you have sex with me? Your permanently aroused state may be just what I need. You see, my boyfriend can't seem to last long enough to get me to an orgasm. He cums and then wilts like an old rose. I either have to take care of it myself, or, sometimes, he’ll go down on me, but he doesn't like it."

"I'd be happy to make you cum, Sasha. Just lock the door and pull the curtain around."

She stood and did what I asked. I was getting pretty excited from her request. I had always thought she was fucking Harry, the boss, but now I wasn’t sure. Or maybe she had, and he couldn’t satisfy her either. Regardless, I was very confident that I could please her greatly. And finally getting to nail her was a fantasy come true.

She stood in front of the hospital bed, looking at me with interest and desire, and she began unbuttoning her blouse. “So, how would you like this? I know you want my bra off. I’ve seen you ogling my breasts.”