PLEASE READ BEFORE PLAYING: In this multiple choice adventure, you play an old man living out his last days bedridden in a nursing home. Your only comfort in this miserable existence is the pretty young nurse who attends to your daily needs. Enjoy!
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Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

At 99 years of age, you are considerably past your prime. Once upon a time you were fit and healthy, with a family, a successful business, and a beautiful house in the countryside. Now you are bedridden, arthritic, lonely, miserable, in constant pain, and waiting for death. The only bright spot in your existence is Katrina Coates, the 33-year-old nurse who takes care of most of your daily needs. Dedicated to a fault, she has responded to the challenge of inadequate staffing levels by choosing to work twelve hours a day, seven days a week. You have no idea where she finds the energy, but she somehow manages to maintain a sunny disposition even at the end of a long day.

The door opens, and in she walks, resplendent in green scrubs and with her long blonde hair tied up in a bun. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

In pain and feeling rather irritable, you reply,

“Awful, of course.”

“Better, now that you’re here.”

“Just hurry up and empty my bedpan.”

“Awww, I’m sorry to hear that,” says Katrina sympathetically, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. “Anything specifically giving you trouble today, or is it just all-around aches and pains?”

You reply,

“Just the usual.”

“It’s my stomach, again.”

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Oh dear, someone’s a grumpy-boots this morning!” remarks Katrina, with one eyebrow raised. She briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Well perhaps your pills will help,” says Katrina. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Hmm,” says Katrina. “Do you want me to ask the doctor to pay you a visit?”

You shake your head. “No thanks – it’s not that bad.”

“All right,” says Katrina. “Let me know if you change your mind.” She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Now now, it’s not that bad!” says Katrina, with a little chuckle. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome!” says Katrina, smiling happily. “It’s nice to see you in a good mood today, Mr Keating.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“Now, Mr Keating, you should really try to improve your attitude,” Katrina scolds you. “Some people have it ever so much worse than you do.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Well I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” says Katrina, “but sure!” She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. Your collection of about thirty large-print books is all that remains of a once-huge library. They are your favourites – a mix of history, classic fiction, and plays by Shakespeare. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Hundred Years War, Volume 2.”

“Nicholas Nickleby.”

“Much Ado About Nothing.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed, and fiddles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she climbs down. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. She brings it over to your bed and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want, and you smile happily as the material of her scrubs briefly becomes stretched tightly around her bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want, and you grin wistfully at her scrubs-clad bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Your taste in music is vastly different from Katrina’s – you like classical music, particularly opera, and jazz, while Katrina is fond of hip-hop and dance-pop – but you do manage to find some common ground. You have both enjoyed some of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s musicals, for instance, and you compare notes with her on the scores of movies you have both seen.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

You try to keep yourself informed about the world, but Katrina always seems to have a far better grasp than you of what is happening in the world. Also, she can explain many things of concern to young people which you personally find baffling – things like Instagram and Twitter and Facebook. She sometimes shows you things on her smartphone, but the text is way too tiny for you to read, even with your magnifying glass.

After half an hour or so of chatting about recent news stories, Katrina excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

You are something of a philosophy buff, and enjoy tackling the big questions of life, the universe, and everything. Katrina bravely struggles to follow along, but she is rather out of her depth.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay,” says Katrina. “No betting, though!”

“Mmph,” you grumble. “That’s no fun.”

“Sorry, but you know the rules on gambling here!” she says. She deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you gloomily contemplate the day’s events. Today was pretty much the same as yesterday, and the day before that. This is what your existence has become: monotony, punctuated by the occasional medical emergency. How many more of these days do you have left? Not many, perhaps – you can feel yourself getting weaker and weaker, the life slowly but surely draining out of you.

Perhaps tomorrow, something exciting will happen. Perhaps...

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and grabs your pillows. “Lean forwards.” You do as she says, and she plumps up and repositions the pillows. “There you go.”

“Thanks,” you say.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you gloomily contemplate the day’s events. Today was pretty much the same as yesterday, and the day before that. This is what your existence has become: monotony, punctuated by the occasional medical emergency. How many more of these days do you have left? Not many, perhaps – you can feel yourself getting weaker and weaker, the life slowly but surely draining out of you.

Perhaps tomorrow, something exciting will happen. Perhaps...

Continue.

“Cheeky bugger!” she exclaims, and then she laughs. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you gloomily contemplate the day’s events. Today was pretty much the same as yesterday, and the day before that. This is what your existence has become: monotony, punctuated by the occasional medical emergency. How many more of these days do you have left? Not many, perhaps – you can feel yourself getting weaker and weaker, the life slowly but surely draining out of you.

Perhaps tomorrow, something exciting will happen. Perhaps...

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, dressed as usual in her green scrubs. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

In pain and feeling rather irritable, you reply,

“Awful, of course.”

“Better, now that you’re here.”

“Just hurry up and empty my bedpan.”

“Awww, I’m sorry to hear that,” says Katrina sympathetically, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. “Anything specifically giving you trouble today, or is it just all-around aches and pains?”

You reply,

“Just the usual.”

“It’s my stomach, again.”

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Oh dear, someone’s a grumpy-boots this morning!” remarks Katrina, with one eyebrow raised. She briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Well perhaps your pills will help,” says Katrina. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Hmm,” says Katrina. “Do you want me to ask the doctor to pay you a visit?”

You shake your head. “No thanks – it’s not that bad.”

“All right,” says Katrina. “Let me know if you change your mind.” She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Now now, it’s not that bad!” says Katrina, with a little chuckle. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome!” says Katrina, smiling happily. “It’s nice to see you in a good mood today, Mr Keating.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“Now, Mr Keating, you should really try to improve your attitude,” Katrina scolds you. “Some people have it ever so much worse than you do.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Well I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” says Katrina, “but sure!” She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. Your collection of about thirty large-print books is all that remains of a once-huge library. They are your favourites – a mix of history, classic fiction, and plays by Shakespeare. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Hundred Years War, Volume 2.”

“Nicholas Nickleby.”

“Much Ado About Nothing.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed, and fiddles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she climbs down. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. She brings it over to your bed and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want, and you smile happily as the material of her scrubs briefly becomes stretched tightly around her bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want, and you grin wistfully at her scrubs-clad bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Your taste in music is vastly different from Katrina’s – you like classical music, particularly opera, and jazz, while Katrina is fond of hip-hop and dance-pop – but you do manage to find some common ground. You have both enjoyed some of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s musicals, for instance, and you compare notes with her on the scores of movies you have both seen.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Well let’s think,” says Katrina. “Oh – there was a fire at the hospital where I trained as a nurse. I know it’s not major national news, but it was certainly of interest to me. No deaths or even injuries, fortunately, but it was a pretty big fire – the entire hospital had to be evacuated.”

“Oh, goodness,” you say. “Well I’m glad everyone’s all right.”

“Thank you, yes, me too,” says Katrina. Then she chuckles, and pulls out her phone. “Want to see a picture of me as a nurse-in-training?”

“Yes please!” you say, eagerly imagining Katrina in a white nurse’s dress with a little white nurse’s cap atop her head.

But you are disappointed. Katrina looks very young and pretty in the photo, but she is wearing scrubs. “I miss the old nurses’ uniforms,” you grumble.

Katrina laughs. “The white dresses?” she asks. “Funnily enough I do have one of those. My first job was in a rural community hospital where the nurses still wore the old-fashioned uniforms. I actually liked it far better than scrubs, which are so, I dunno, unfeminine.”

This is music to your ears. “Can’t you switch to a dress then?” you inquire hopefully.

Katrina laughs again. “I’m not sure I’d still fit into it!” she says. “Besides, I don’t think my boss would approve!”

You roll your eyes, and nod. Maddie Finch, the home’s administrator, is a very strict, no-nonsense type of woman – she would be unlikely to allow a member of her staff to flout the dress code.

After chatting with you for half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

You are something of a philosophy buff, and enjoy tackling the big questions of life, the universe, and everything. Katrina bravely struggles to follow along, but she is rather out of her depth.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay,” says Katrina. “No betting, though!”

“Mmph,” you grumble. “That’s no fun.”

“Sorry, but you know the rules on gambling here!” she says. She deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you gloomily ponder your monotonous existence as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and grabs your pillows. “Lean forwards.” You do as she says, and she plumps up and repositions the pillows. “There you go.”

“Thanks,” you say.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you gloomily ponder your monotonous existence as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Cheeky bugger!” she exclaims, and then she laughs. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you gloomily ponder your monotonous existence as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, dressed as usual in her green scrubs. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

In pain and feeling rather irritable, you reply,

“Awful, of course.”

“Better, now that you’re here.”

“Just hurry up and empty my bedpan.”

“Awww, I’m sorry to hear that,” says Katrina sympathetically, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. “Anything specifically giving you trouble today, or is it just all-around aches and pains?”

You reply,

“Just the usual.”

“It’s my stomach, again.”

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Oh dear, someone’s a grumpy-boots this morning!” remarks Katrina, with one eyebrow raised. She briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Well perhaps your pills will help,” says Katrina. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Hmm,” says Katrina. “Do you want me to ask the doctor to pay you a visit?”

You shake your head. “No thanks – it’s not that bad.”

“All right,” says Katrina. “Let me know if you change your mind.” She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Now now, it’s not that bad!” says Katrina, with a little chuckle. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome!” says Katrina, smiling happily. “It’s nice to see you in a good mood today, Mr Keating.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“Now, Mr Keating, you should really try to improve your attitude,” Katrina scolds you. “Some people have it ever so much worse than you do.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Well I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” says Katrina, “but sure!” She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. Your collection of about thirty large-print books is all that remains of a once-huge library. They are your favourites – a mix of history, classic fiction, and plays by Shakespeare. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Hundred Years War, Volume 2.”

“Nicholas Nickleby.”

“Romeo and Juliet.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed, and fiddles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she climbs down. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. She brings it over to your bed and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want, and you smile happily as the material of her scrubs briefly becomes stretched tightly around her bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want, and you grin wistfully at her scrubs-clad bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

“I’m actually quite familiar with that one,” says Katrina. “I studied it in high school.”

“But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?” you quote. “It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief that thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.”

“O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?” Katrina quotes back. “Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I’ll no longer be a Capulet.”

“You have a good memory,” you remark.

“Look who’s talking!” says Katrina, impressed. “Ninety-nine years old, and you’re quoting Shakespeare like you learned it yesterday!”

“And yet I have trouble remembering the names of my grandchildren,” you remark ruefully.

Katrina puts a sympathetic hand on your shoulder. “When was the last time any of them came to see you?” she asks.

“The oldest – Darren – brought his family to see me a couple of years ago,” you tell her. “They didn’t stay long.”

“And your daughter hardly ever visits, does she?” says Katrina. “Poor Mr Keating.”

You shrug. “They all have their own lives to lead,” you say. “I’m no longer of any relevance to them.”

“Well you’re still relevant to me,” says Katrina, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze.

“Thank you, Katrina,” you say, smiling up at her. She really is a wonderfully sweet person.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Your taste in music is vastly different from Katrina’s – you like classical music, particularly opera, and jazz, while Katrina is fond of hip-hop and dance-pop – but you do manage to find some common ground. You have both enjoyed some of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s musicals, for instance, and you compare notes with her on the scores of movies you have both seen.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about recent news stories for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

You are something of a philosophy buff, and enjoy tackling the big questions of life, the universe, and everything. Katrina bravely struggles to follow along, but she is rather out of her depth.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay,” says Katrina. “No betting, though!”

“Mmph,” you grumble. “That’s no fun.”

“Sorry, but you know the rules on gambling here!” she says. She deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you gloomily ponder your monotonous existence as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and grabs your pillows. “Lean forwards.” You do as she says, and she plumps up and repositions the pillows. “There you go.”

“Thanks,” you say.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you gloomily ponder your monotonous existence as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Cheeky bugger!” she exclaims, and then she laughs. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you gloomily ponder your monotonous existence as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, dressed as usual in her green scrubs. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

In pain and feeling rather irritable, you reply,

“Awful, of course.”

“Better, now that you’re here.”

“Just hurry up and empty my bedpan.”

“Awww, I’m sorry to hear that,” says Katrina sympathetically, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. “Anything specifically giving you trouble today, or is it just all-around aches and pains?”

You reply,

“Just the usual.”

“It’s my stomach, again.”

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Oh dear, someone’s a grumpy-boots this morning!” remarks Katrina, with one eyebrow raised. She briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Well perhaps your pills will help,” says Katrina. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Hmm,” says Katrina. “Do you want me to ask the doctor to pay you a visit?”

You shake your head. “No thanks – it’s not that bad.”

“All right,” says Katrina. “Let me know if you change your mind.” She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Now now, it’s not that bad!” says Katrina, with a little chuckle. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome!” says Katrina, smiling happily. “It’s nice to see you in a good mood today, Mr Keating.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“Now, Mr Keating, you should really try to improve your attitude,” Katrina scolds you. “Some people have it ever so much worse than you do. Look at that lovely apple.” She points to your bowl of fruit, which today contains an artificial-looking apple and three overripe strawberries.

You stare at it. “Why is it so shiny?” you inquire peevishly. “It doesn’t look real.”

“I’m sure it’s delicious,” Katrina assures you.

“Then you eat it,” you grumble.

Katrina shrugs. “Don’t mind if I do!” she says. She picks up the apple and takes a large bite.

“It looks like it’s been laminated,” you remark. “Does it taste of plastic?”

Katrina laughs, but then suddenly looks alarmed. Her eyes bulge, and she grabs at her throat. Clearly, she is choking.

Fortunately, you have seen how medical professionals handle a situation like this. In your current position you have limited freedom of movement, but you manage to grab Katrina’s arm, and pull sharply on it, turning her around. Then you slap her back with all the strength you can muster.

Katrina coughs, and puts her hand to her mouth, spitting out a lump of apple. “Oh my God!” she gasps. “That was frightening!” Then she turns around, and throws her arms around you. “Thank you! You probably just saved my life, Mr Keating!”

“You’re welcome!” you reply, patting her back gently.

Katrina pulls away, then sits down on the edge of your bed. “Seriously,” she says, looking quite shaken. “That was scary. I’m so grateful for your quick action – I was panicking!”

“Don’t mention it,” you reply. “Just wear your old nurse’s uniform for me sometime and we’ll call it even.”

Katrina chuckles as she gets to her feet. “Oh Mr Keating,” she says, shaking her head. “Silly man.”

She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Well I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” says Katrina, “but sure!” She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Hundred Years War, Volume 2.”

“Nicholas Nickleby.”

“Romeo and Juliet.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed, and fiddles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she climbs down. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. She brings it over to your bed and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want, and you smile happily as the material of her scrubs briefly becomes stretched tightly around her bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want, and you grin wistfully at her scrubs-clad bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Your taste in music is vastly different from Katrina’s – you like classical music, particularly opera, and jazz, while Katrina is fond of hip-hop and dance-pop – but you do manage to find some common ground. You have both enjoyed some of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s musicals, for instance, and you compare notes with her on the scores of movies you have both seen.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about recent news stories for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

You are something of a philosophy buff, and enjoy tackling the big questions of life, the universe, and everything. Katrina bravely struggles to follow along, but she is rather out of her depth.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay,” says Katrina. “No betting, though!”

“Mmph,” you grumble. “That’s no fun.”

“Sorry, but you know the rules on gambling here!” she says. She deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you gloomily ponder your monotonous existence as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and grabs your pillows. “Lean forwards.” You do as she says, and she plumps up and repositions the pillows. “There you go.”

“Thanks,” you say.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you gloomily ponder your monotonous existence as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Cheeky bugger!” she exclaims, and then she laughs. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you gloomily ponder your monotonous existence as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, dressed as usual in her green scrubs. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

In pain and feeling rather irritable, you reply,

“Awful, of course.”

“Better, now that you’re here.”

“Just hurry up and empty my bedpan.”

“Awww, I’m sorry to hear that,” says Katrina sympathetically, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. “Anything specifically giving you trouble today, or is it just all-around aches and pains?”

You reply,

“Just the usual.”

“It’s my stomach, again.”

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Oh dear, someone’s a grumpy-boots this morning!” remarks Katrina, with one eyebrow raised. She briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Well perhaps your pills will help,” says Katrina. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Hmm,” says Katrina. “Do you want me to ask the doctor to pay you a visit?”

You shake your head. “No thanks – it’s not that bad.”

“All right,” says Katrina. “Let me know if you change your mind.” She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Now now, it’s not that bad!” says Katrina, with a little chuckle. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome!” says Katrina, smiling happily. “It’s nice to see you in a good mood today, Mr Keating.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“Now, Mr Keating, you should really try to improve your attitude,” Katrina scolds you. “Some people have it ever so much worse than you do.”

She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Well I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” says Katrina, “but sure!” She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Hundred Years War, Volume 2.”

“Nicholas Nickleby.”

“Romeo and Juliet.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed, and fiddles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she climbs down. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. She brings it over to your bed and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want, and you smile happily as the material of her scrubs briefly becomes stretched tightly around her bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want, and you grin wistfully at her scrubs-clad bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Conversation with Katrina is usually rather dull, but company is company, and you nod. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Your taste in music is vastly different from Katrina’s – you like classical music, particularly opera, and jazz, while Katrina is fond of hip-hop and dance-pop – but you do manage to find some common ground. You have both enjoyed some of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s musicals, for instance, and you compare notes with her on the scores of movies you have both seen.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about recent news stories for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

You are something of a philosophy buff, and enjoy tackling the big questions of life, the universe, and everything. Katrina bravely struggles to follow along, but she is rather out of her depth.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay,” says Katrina. “No betting, though!”

“Mmph,” you grumble. “That’s no fun.”

“Sorry, but you know the rules on gambling here!” she says. She deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you gloomily ponder your monotonous existence as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and grabs your pillows. “Lean forwards.” You do as she says, and she plumps up and repositions the pillows. “There you go.”

“Thanks,” you say.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you gloomily ponder your monotonous existence as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Cheeky bugger!” she chuckles, but then she looks thoughtful. “Then again, you did save my life.” She comes over, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you smile at the memory of Katrina’s kiss as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, dressed as usual in her green scrubs. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

In pain and feeling rather irritable, you reply,

“Awful, of course.”

“Better, now that you’re here.”

“Just hurry up and empty my bedpan.”

“Awww, I’m sorry to hear that,” says Katrina sympathetically, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. “Anything specifically giving you trouble today, or is it just all-around aches and pains?”

You reply,

“Just the usual.”

“It’s my stomach, again.”

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Oh dear, someone’s a grumpy-boots this morning!” remarks Katrina, with one eyebrow raised. She briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Well perhaps your pills will help,” says Katrina. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Hmm,” says Katrina. “Do you want me to ask the doctor to pay you a visit?”

You shake your head. “No thanks – it’s not that bad.”

“All right,” says Katrina. “Let me know if you change your mind.” She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Now now, it’s not that bad!” says Katrina, with a little chuckle. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome!” says Katrina, smiling happily. “It’s nice to see you in a good mood today, Mr Keating.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“Now, Mr Keating, you should really try to improve your attitude,” Katrina scolds you. “Some people have it ever so much worse than you do.”

She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Well I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” says Katrina, “but sure!” She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see... What about this one: ‘Support pig-product game’?”

This one has been stumping you. “Soccer was originally played with a pig’s bladder,” you say, “but I can’t work out...”

“Backgammon,” says Katrina.

“Oh!” you say. “Of course – how silly of me. And well done!”

“Thank you!” says Katrina. “I don’t normally have much luck with cryptic crosswords. Anyway, that gives us a G for seventeen down. ‘Plan to inject oxygen into young woman’.”

“Oh!” you say. “‘Goal’. Of course.”

“That helps with this one,” says Katrina. “‘Goddess returned after child’s toy used as currency’. Six letters: blank O blank L blank blank.”

“Dollar,” you say.

Katrina’s brow furrows. “I get ‘doll’,” she says. “But what’s the goddess part?”

“Ra was an Egyptian goddess,” you explain. “Ra ‘returned’ is A-R.”

“Goodness, Mr Keating,” says Katrina, shaking her head. “How you manage to keep your brain so sharp at ninety-nine is beyond me.”

“The crosswords help,” you reply. “And my books. It’s important to keep the brain active.”

She nods. “Well you’re cleverer than most people my age!” she says. “I’m very impressed.”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Hundred Years War, Volume 2.”

“Nicholas Nickleby.”

“Romeo and Juliet.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed, and fiddles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she climbs down. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. She brings it over to your bed and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want, and you smile happily as the material of her scrubs briefly becomes stretched tightly around her bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want, and you grin wistfully at her scrubs-clad bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Despite your taste in music being vastly different from Katrina’s, you do manage to find some common ground, and chat about music quite pleasantly for a while.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about recent news stories for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

You are something of a philosophy buff, and enjoy tackling the big questions of life, the universe, and everything. Katrina bravely struggles to follow along, but she is rather out of her depth.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay,” says Katrina. “No betting, though!”

“Mmph,” you grumble. “That’s no fun.”

“Sorry, but you know the rules on gambling here!” she says. She deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and grabs your pillows. “Lean forwards.” You do as she says, and she plumps up and repositions the pillows. “There you go.”

“Thanks,” you say.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, dressed as usual in her green scrubs. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

In pain and feeling rather irritable, you reply,

“Awful, of course.”

“Better, now that you’re here.”

“Just hurry up and empty my bedpan.”

“Awww, I’m sorry to hear that,” says Katrina sympathetically, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. “Anything specifically giving you trouble today, or is it just all-around aches and pains?”

You reply,

“Just the usual.”

“It’s my stomach, again.”

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Oh dear, someone’s a grumpy-boots this morning!” remarks Katrina, with one eyebrow raised. She briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Well perhaps your pills will help,” says Katrina. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Hmm,” says Katrina. “Do you want me to ask the doctor to pay you a visit?”

You shake your head. “No thanks – it’s not that bad.”

“All right,” says Katrina. “Let me know if you change your mind.” She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Now now, it’s not that bad!” says Katrina, with a little chuckle. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome!” says Katrina, smiling happily. “It’s nice to see you in a good mood today, Mr Keating.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“Now, Mr Keating, you should really try to improve your attitude,” Katrina scolds you. “Some people have it ever so much worse than you do.”

She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Well I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” says Katrina, “but sure!” She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Hundred Years War, Volume 2.”

“Nicholas Nickleby.”

“Romeo and Juliet.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed, and fiddles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she climbs down. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. She brings it over to your bed and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want, and you smile happily as the material of her scrubs briefly becomes stretched tightly around her bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want, and you grin wistfully at her scrubs-clad bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Despite your taste in music being vastly different from Katrina’s, you do manage to find some common ground, and chat about music quite pleasantly for a while.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about recent news stories for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“I’ll do my best,” says Katrina with a sigh. “But you know this isn’t my strong suit.”

“But don’t you ever ponder the big questions?” you inquire. “What’s it all about? Why are we here?”

“I already know why I’m here,” says Katrina. “To help people that can’t help themselves. That’s always been my philosophy.”

“That’s more of a purpose than a philosophy,” you say. “And from my point of view, it’s a wonderful purpose. But why do you do it? What’s the point? We’ll all be dead soon, all of us in here.”

“That’s a bit bleak, innit?” says Katrina in dismay.

“It’s just a fact,” you reply.

Katrina thinks for a moment. “Well,” she says, “you’ve all spent your lives contributing to society. I think you deserve for society to look after you in your old age.”

“That’s a nice sentiment,” you say, “but it’s not really pragmatic, is it? We’re not likely to contribute anything else to society. Aren’t you wasting your own life by holding our hands through our final years?”

“I don’t see it as a waste,” retorts Katrina. “Hopefully, when I’m old, someone will do the same for me!”

“They might,” you acknowledge, “but it won’t be the people you’re helping now.”

“But I’m helping to maintain a world where this is what’s done, aren’t I?” says Katrina thoughtfully. “I want to live in a society that takes care of its elderly.”

“Now you’re talking,” you say, your face crinkling into a grin. “That’s more like a philosophy. But I’m sure you have all kinds of ideas for what should happen in a perfect society. Why did you choose looking after the elderly as your career?”

Katrina considers this for a moment, then shrugs. “I enjoy it, don’t I?” she says. “Old people have been through so much in their lives. I love hearing their stories, their experiences, their knowledge ... I feel like I grow as a person every day I work here. Why would I work in an office, or in a factory, when I could be doing this?”

“Fair enough,” you say. “Goodness, Katrina ... you really are an amazing person.”

“I don’t know about that,” she replies with a smile, “but thank you.”

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay,” says Katrina. “No betting, though!”

“Mmph,” you grumble. “That’s no fun.”

“Sorry, but you know the rules on gambling here!” she says. She deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and grabs your pillows. “Lean forwards.” You do as she says, and she plumps up and repositions the pillows. “There you go.”

“Thanks,” you say.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, dressed as usual in her green scrubs. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

In pain and feeling rather irritable, you reply,

“Awful, of course.”

“Better, now that you’re here.”

“Just hurry up and empty my bedpan.”

“Awww, I’m sorry to hear that,” says Katrina sympathetically, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. “Anything specifically giving you trouble today, or is it just all-around aches and pains?”

You reply,

“Just the usual.”

“It’s my stomach, again.”

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Oh dear, someone’s a grumpy-boots this morning!” remarks Katrina, with one eyebrow raised. She briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Well perhaps your pills will help,” says Katrina. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the soggy cereal, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Hmm,” says Katrina. “Do you want me to ask the doctor to pay you a visit? He’s actually here right now – you might as well take advantage.”

You nod. “All right,” you say.

She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be back as soon as I can with the doctor.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan, a tray, and Dr Ted Wallis, a GP in his late forties. “What seems to be the trouble Mr Keating?” he asks.

“Abdominal pain,” you reply.

“Hmm,” he says. “When did you last get out of that bed?”

“It was about June of last year, wasn’t it?” says Katrina. “He can’t use the wheelchair anymore because of his spine.”

“Oh yes, I recall now,” says the doctor. “Well, let’s have a feel, shall we?” He pulls down your covers, lifts your pyjama top, and gently massages your abdomen. “Quite a large faecal mass there,” he says. “How have your stools been?”

You shrug, and Katrina says, “Rather small and hard, actually. I’m sorry – it should have occurred to me that it might be just bits breaking off.”

“We need to get that mass moving through before it causes severe bowel obstruction,” says the doctor, to Katrina. “Put him on Heptalax, and switch to a high fibre cereal. And keep him on both indefinitely – at his age it can only be a good thing.”

You grimace. You already take seven pills with breakfast; this will make it eight.

“Will do,” says Katrina. “Thank you Doctor.”

“Let me know in a few days whether it has worked or not,” says the doctor. Then he leaves the room.

You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and Katrina sets your breakfast tray on your lap. “Might as well get started with the doctor’s instructions,” she says. “I’ll replace your cereal with some All Bran, and I’ll fetch you a laxative pill too.”

She takes away your cereal bowl, and returns with a bowl full of All Bran, which she sets down on your tray. With a sigh, you say,

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Now now, it’s not that bad!” says Katrina, with a little chuckle. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome!” says Katrina, smiling happily. “It’s nice to see you in a good mood today, Mr Keating.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“Now, Mr Keating, you should really try to improve your attitude,” Katrina scolds you. “Some people have it ever so much worse than you do.”

She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Well I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” says Katrina, “but sure!” She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Hundred Years War, Volume 2.”

“Nicholas Nickleby.”

“Romeo and Juliet.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed, and fiddles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she climbs down. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. She brings it over to your bed and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want, and you smile happily as the material of her scrubs briefly becomes stretched tightly around her bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want, and you grin wistfully at her scrubs-clad bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Despite your taste in music being vastly different from Katrina’s, you do manage to find some common ground, and chat about music quite pleasantly for a while.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about recent news stories for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you hear some more of her thoughts regarding what a perfect society should look like.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay,” says Katrina. “No betting, though!”

“Mmph,” you grumble. “That’s no fun.”

“Sorry, but you know the rules on gambling here!” she says. She deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and grabs your pillows. “Lean forwards.” You do as she says, and she plumps up and repositions the pillows. “There you go.”

“Thanks,” you say.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, dressed as usual in her green scrubs. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

In pain and feeling rather irritable, you reply,

“Awful, of course.”

“Better, now that you’re here.”

“Just hurry up and empty my bedpan.”

“Awww, I’m sorry to hear that,” says Katrina sympathetically, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. “Anything specifically giving you trouble today, or is it just all-around aches and pains?”

You reply,

“Just the usual.”

“My bowels feel like they’re about to explode.”

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Oh dear, someone’s a grumpy-boots this morning!” remarks Katrina, with one eyebrow raised. She briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Well perhaps your pills will help,” says Katrina. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Well that could be a good sign!” says Katrina. “Have you tried defecating? Perhaps the laxative...”

“Oh God!” you groan, as your bowels suddenly and explosively evacuate.

Katrina stares at you. Then she gingerly pulls back the sheets. Taking a deep breath, she says, “Well, I’ll just take care of that, shall I?”

“I’m so sorry,” you apologise.

“Well at least the laxative worked!” she says. “Goodness me, what a result!”

She performs the clean-up quickly and efficiently, including changing the sheets while you are still in bed – which is no mean feat. When all is done, and you are in a fresh pair of pyjamas, she asks, “How are you feeling now?”

“Much better,” you admit.

“Oh good,” says Katrina, relieved. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the dirty things away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan and the dirty sheets and pyjamas, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Now now, it’s not that bad!” says Katrina, with a little chuckle. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome!” says Katrina, smiling happily. “It’s nice to see you in a good mood today, Mr Keating.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“Now, Mr Keating, you should really try to improve your attitude,” Katrina scolds you. “Some people have it ever so much worse than you do.”

She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Well I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” says Katrina, “but sure!” She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Hundred Years War, Volume 2.”

“Nicholas Nickleby.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed, and fiddles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she climbs down. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. She brings it over to your bed and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want, and you smile happily as the material of her scrubs briefly becomes stretched tightly around her bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want, and you grin wistfully at her scrubs-clad bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Despite your taste in music being vastly different from Katrina’s, you do manage to find some common ground, and chat about music quite pleasantly for a while.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about recent news stories for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you hear some more of her thoughts regarding what a perfect society should look like.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay,” says Katrina. “No betting, though!”

“Mmph,” you grumble. “That’s no fun.”

“Sorry, but you know the rules on gambling here!” she says. She deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and grabs your pillows. “Lean forwards.” You do as she says, and she plumps up and repositions the pillows. “There you go.”

“Thanks,” you say.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, dressed as usual in her green scrubs. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling relatively good today, you reply,

“Not bad thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good!” says Katrina, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Now now, it’s not that bad!” says Katrina, with a little chuckle. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome!” says Katrina, smiling happily. “It’s nice to see you in a good mood today, Mr Keating.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Well I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” says Katrina, “but sure!” She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Hundred Years War, Volume 2.”

“Nicholas Nickleby.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed, and fiddles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she climbs down. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. She brings it over to your bed and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want, and you smile happily as the material of her scrubs briefly becomes stretched tightly around her bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want, and you grin wistfully at her scrubs-clad bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Despite your taste in music being vastly different from Katrina’s, you do manage to find some common ground, and chat about music quite pleasantly for a while.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...? Oh – they’ve finally knocked down the factory across the road, which everyone’s happy about. It was such an eyesore! You know they’re planning to turning the area into a park?”

“So I’ve heard,” you say.

“Anyway we’ve got a lovely view of the river now. Hey, I bet you can even see if from your window.” She stands up to take a look. “Yes, there it is.”

You crane your neck to look outside, but the view is disappointing. “All I can see is the bushes,” you grumble.

“Oh dear!” says Katrina. “Well we can’t have that, can we? Maybe we can move your bed away from the wall a couple of feet, so it’s more centred beneath the window...”

“Yes please,” you say. “I’d like a nice view.”

“Hold on,” says Katrina, “I’ll be right back.”

She leaves the room, then returns a couple of minutes later with Ken, the janitor. The two of them first move your bedside cabinet, then your bed, with you still in it. Afterwards, you crane your neck again, turning as much as your limited range of movement will allow, and this time you are rewarded with a view of the rubble-strewn factory site, with the river beyond it.

“It’ll look better once that’s a park,” you muse. “But thank you – this is very nice.”

“You’re welcome,” says Ken, and he leaves.

Katrina smiles happily. “There, that’s much better!” she says.

She stays and chats with you a little while longer, then she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you hear some more of her thoughts regarding what a perfect society should look like.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay,” says Katrina. “No betting, though!”

“Mmph,” you grumble. “That’s no fun.”

“Sorry, but you know the rules on gambling here!” she says. She deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and grabs your pillows. “Lean forwards.” You do as she says, and she plumps up and repositions the pillows. “There you go.”

“Thanks,” you say.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, dressed as usual in her green scrubs. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling relatively good today, you reply,

“Not bad thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good!” says Katrina, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Now now, it’s not that bad!” says Katrina, with a little chuckle. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt, and you grin at her exposed thighs.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

“You’re welcome!” says Katrina, smiling happily. “It’s nice to see you in a good mood today, Mr Keating.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Unfortunately, despite crossing her legs a couple more times, Katie does not do so carelessly enough to reveal her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. To your surprise, it is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now we’ve got Charlie from Summerton on the phone. Hello Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Oh ... hello!” you say.

“Hi Charlie!” says Katie, with her dazzling smile.

“Hello Katie!” you say. “It is such a pleasure to be able to talk to you! I’m a long-time fan.”

“Well thank you, Charlie!” says Katie.

“Do you mind if I ask how old you are, Charlie?” says Martin.

“I’m ninety-nine, and just getting started,” you reply.

Both hosts laugh. “Well congratulations Charlie!” says Martin. “When do you hit the big century?”

“Not long now,” you reply. “The 20th of April.”

“Oh that’s just around the corner!” says Katie. “Tell you what – why don’t you call us on the 20th, and we’ll wish you a happy birthday!”

“Great idea!” says Martin. “Although, perhaps he might be too busy. It’ll be a big day after all...”

“I’m sure I’ll manage to find some time,” you say, “in between doing the crossword and getting my bedpan changed.”

Martin laughs, but Katie says, “Are you bedridden, Charlie?”

“Yes,” you reply. “For the last three years, more or less. I used to get a bit of time out and about in a wheelchair, but eventually my spine couldn’t take it anymore.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” says Katie. “That must be rough.”

“Yes,” agrees Martin. “But that’s not why you called, I suspect. Did you have any thoughts on today’s topic, sexism in the workplace? I imagine attitudes have changed a lot since you were last in the workforce.”

“Oh yes,” you say. “Everything’s changed. And definitely for the better. In my day, women weren’t recognised for their achievements ... they weren’t as valued as their male colleagues. Now we have laws against the sort of thing that was commonplace in the sixties.”

“What sort of things are you referring to?” asks Katie.

“Well,” you say, “at my company, the management was all male. That’s not because there were no qualified female applicants for management positions – there was just a de facto policy of choosing the male applicant, even if he was less qualified. The reasoning was that women were more likely to get married and have babies, rather than remaining long-term employees.”

“That still happens!” remarks Katie.

“To a far lesser degree, though, and at least it’s against the law now,” you say. “I’m happy to say that my old company now has a female CEO.”

“I suppose sexual harassment was also commonplace,” says Martin.

“Oh yes,” you reply. “My boss thought nothing of swatting a secretary’s backside as he passed her by. And in the sixties, of course, with the hemlines ... his behaviour got worse and worse. Fortunately he retired in 1970, and his successor was a little less ‘hands-on’, if you take my meaning.”

“It was certainly an interesting time, though, the sixties,” says Martin. “The Moon landing, flower power, the Beatles...”

“Yes,” you agree. “And I must admit, I do miss those hemlines...”

Both Martin and Katie laugh. “Now I see why he’s such a fan of yours, Katie!” says Martin.

Katie giggles, looking a little embarrassed. “Well my skirts aren’t quite 1960s short!” she says. “But if I’m making a 99-year-old happy...”

“It’s not just the skirts,” you say hastily. “You’re also intelligent and articulate, you have such a wonderful, upbeat personality...”

“Careful Katie, I think Charlie may be about to propose!” says Martin.

Katie purses her lips. “Don’t be mean, Martin,” she says. “Thank you Charlie, you’re very kind.” And then, to your delight, she uncrosses and recrosses her legs ... and you catch a tiny glimpse of her white panties.

“No, thank YOU, Katie,” you say fervently. You are not sure whether she did it deliberately, but you hope she did.

“Thanks for your call, Charlie,” says Martin with a smile. “Call us again sometime!”

“Yes, please do!” says Katie.

“Our next caller is from Coventry...” says Martin, as a female voice in your ear thanks you for your call. The line goes dead, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Well I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” says Katrina, “but sure!” She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Hundred Years War, Volume 2.”

“Nicholas Nickleby.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, then climbs down. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. She brings it over to your bed and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want, and you smile happily as the material of her scrubs briefly becomes stretched tightly around her bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want, and you grin wistfully at her scrubs-clad bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Despite your taste in music being vastly different from Katrina’s, you do manage to find some common ground, and chat about music quite pleasantly for a while.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you hear some more of her thoughts regarding what a perfect society should look like.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay,” says Katrina. “No betting, though!”

“Mmph,” you grumble. “That’s no fun.”

“Sorry, but you know the rules on gambling here!” she says. She deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and grabs your pillows. “Lean forwards.” You do as she says, and she plumps up and repositions the pillows. “There you go.”

“Thanks,” you say.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, dressed as usual in her green scrubs. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling relatively good today, you reply,

“Not bad thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good!” says Katrina, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate. “Lean forward please,” she says. You manage to heave your shoulders off the bed, and she deftly straightens your pillows.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, what a wretched sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Now now, it’s not that bad!” says Katrina, with a little chuckle. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome!” says Katrina, smiling happily. “It’s nice to see you in a good mood today, Mr Keating.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Unfortunately, despite crossing her legs a couple more times, Katie does not do so carelessly enough to reveal her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, with her dazzling smile. “How are you today?”

“Mustn’t grumble,” you reply.

After some small talk, Martin asks you your thoughts on the issue of the day, which you are happy to provide. To your disappointment, although Katie does cross her legs at one point during the ensuing conversation, you do not catch a glimpse of her panties.

Both Katie and Martin are, however, impressed by your insights and well-considered opinions. They once again invite you to call again, and then they say goodbye, and move on to the next caller.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Well I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” says Katrina, “but sure!” She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Hundred Years War, Volume 2.”

“Nicholas Nickleby.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, then climbs down. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. She brings it over to your bed and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want, and you smile happily as the material of her scrubs briefly becomes stretched tightly around her bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want, and you grin wistfully at her scrubs-clad bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Despite your taste in music being vastly different from Katrina’s, you do manage to find some common ground, and chat about music quite pleasantly for a while.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you hear some more of her thoughts regarding what a perfect society should look like.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay,” says Katrina. “No betting, though!”

“Mmph,” you grumble. “That’s no fun.”

“Sorry, but you know the rules on gambling here!” she says. She deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and grabs your pillows. “Lean forwards.”

You try to do as she says, but then you wince. “Ugh, my back,” you groan.

“Uh-oh!” says Katrina, concerned. “Where does it hurt?”

“Between my shoulder blades,” you gasp, lying back down. “It’s nothing serious – just hurts to lean forward.”

“Okay, well don’t worry,” says Katrina. “We’ll take it easy on your back for a while. I can fix your pillows without you having to move.” She leans across you, grasping either side of both pillows and shifting them back to a more central position. While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you consider...

sneaking a little peek into the neckline of her top.

reaching up with your left hand and grasping her right breast.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s top, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You have almost worked up the courage to reach up and grab Katrina’s breast through her top, when she pulls away, having finished repositioning your pillows. “Goodnight Mr Keating,” she says.

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, dressed as usual in her green scrubs. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling relatively good today, you reply,

“Not bad thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good!” says Katrina, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

You manage to get the top button undone without Katrina noticing, and then you hook one finger into her neckline and pull it out so you can peek inside her top.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and she apparently feels a brief tug on her top as you let go with your finger. Glancing down, she sees the undone button, and she regards you suspiciously as she refastens it.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her scrubs top, with your cheeks.

“Now now, Mr Keating,” says Katrina sternly as she straightens up. “We wouldn’t want you to suffocate, now would we?”

“I would die happy, at least,” you reply ruefully.

Katrina chuckles. “I’m sure,” she says. “But it would still weigh heavily on my conscience! So, no more of that, if you please. Now, let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“It’s good for your bowels though, innit?” says Katrina. “You haven’t complained about your tummy lately, have you?” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Unfortunately, despite crossing her legs a couple more times, Katie does not do so carelessly enough to reveal her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, with her dazzling smile. “How are you today?”

“Mustn’t grumble,” you reply.

After some small talk, Martin asks you your thoughts on the issue of the day, which you are happy to provide. To your disappointment, although Katie does cross her legs at one point during the ensuing conversation, you do not catch a glimpse of her panties.

Both Katie and Martin are, however, impressed by your insights and well-considered opinions. They once again invite you to call again, and then they say goodbye, and move on to the next caller.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Well I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” says Katrina, “but sure!” She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Hundred Years War, Volume 2.”

“Nicholas Nickleby.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, then climbs down. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. She brings it over to your bed and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want, and you smile happily as the material of her scrubs briefly becomes stretched tightly around her bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want, and you grin wistfully at her scrubs-clad bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Despite your taste in music being vastly different from Katrina’s, you do manage to find some common ground, and chat about music quite pleasantly for a while.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you hear some more of her thoughts regarding what a perfect society should look like.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay,” says Katrina. “No betting, though!”

“Mmph,” you grumble. “That’s no fun.”

“Sorry, but you know the rules on gambling here!” she says. She deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her top.

reach up with your left hand and grasp her right breast.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s top, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You cup your hand around Katrina’s right breast, and give it a gentle squeeze. She gasps, and straightens up, pushing your hand away. “Hey, Mr Keating!” she says sternly. “None of that, please!”

“I’m sorry,” you say contritely. “It’s just ... it was right there...”

Katrina cocks her head sympathetically. “I suppose it’s been an awfully long time since you’ve done anything like that, is it?” she inquires.

“I can’t even count the years,” you reply with a heavy sigh.

Katrina pats your arm. “Well that’s a shame, but it’s not an excuse. Behave yourself, all right? Goodnight.”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, dressed as usual in her green scrubs. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling relatively good today, you reply,

“Not bad thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good!” says Katrina, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

You manage to get the top button undone without Katrina noticing, and then you hook one finger into her neckline and pull it out so you can peek inside her top.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and she apparently feels a brief tug on her top as you let go with your finger. Glancing down, she sees the undone button, and she gives you a stern look. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating!” she admonishes you, as she refastens the button.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her scrubs top, with your cheeks.

“Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” says Katrina sternly as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“It’s good for your bowels though, innit?” says Katrina. “You haven’t complained about your tummy lately, have you?” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Unfortunately, despite crossing her legs a couple more times, Katie does not do so carelessly enough to reveal her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, with her dazzling smile. “How are you today?”

“Mustn’t grumble,” you reply.

After some small talk, Martin asks you your thoughts on the issue of the day, which you are happy to provide. To your disappointment, although Katie does cross her legs at one point during the ensuing conversation, you do not catch a glimpse of her panties.

Both Katie and Martin are, however, impressed by your insights and well-considered opinions. They once again invite you to call again, and then they say goodbye, and move on to the next caller.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but one of them suddenly catches your eye. It is about a minor scandal at a retirement home in the nearby town of Ashfield. One sentence in particular strikes you as interesting: “Carter’s replacement is as yet unknown, but a frontrunner is likely to be Madeleine Finch, who was in the running four years ago but lost the job to Carter in a decision which the board likely now regrets.”

You push the button to summon Katrina. When she arrives, two minutes later, you show her the article. “What do you make of this?” you inquire.

Katrina reads it, and says, “Hmm! Well I’m sure it’s nothing. Maddie would have said something if she were thinking of leaving.”

“But it’s a much larger facility than this one,” you remark. “Probably pays more. She must be thinking about it, surely?”

“Possibly,” concedes Katrina. “Let me see what she has to say.” She leaves the room, and you wait patiently for her to return.

When she does so, some time later, she says, “Oh my God – Maddie just upped and quit! She was hoping to keep it quiet until it became official, but apparently I just forced her hand!”

“Oh my goodness!” you say. “Who’s going to run the place?”

“For the moment, it’ll be Ian Loftus,” says Katrina. “He’ll split his time between here and St Mary’s.”

“I don’t know Ian,” you say.

“He’s not my favourite person,” Katrina confesses. “But I suppose what matters is whether he can keep this place running smoothly. He’s coming here this afternoon to meet with the staff.”

“Can you ask him if you can wear your dress uniform?” you ask impishly.

Katrina laughs. “I don’t suppose that’ll be high on his list of discussion priorities!” she says. “But if I get a chance, I suppose I can bring it up. Anyway, I should go and get you some food.”

She leaves the room, then returns a little later with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Well I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” says Katrina, “but sure!” She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Hundred Years War, Volume 2.”

“Nicholas Nickleby.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, then climbs down. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. She brings it over to your bed and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want, and you smile happily as the material of her scrubs briefly becomes stretched tightly around her bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want, and you grin wistfully at her scrubs-clad bottom. She straightens up, brings the book over to your bed, and hands it to you. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

Your interactions with Katrina have been more interesting lately, and you nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Despite your taste in music being vastly different from Katrina’s, you do manage to find some common ground, and chat about music quite pleasantly for a while.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you hear some more of her thoughts regarding what a perfect society should look like.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay,” says Katrina. “No betting, though!”

“Mmph,” you grumble. “That’s no fun.”

“Sorry, but you know the rules on gambling here!” she says. She deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her top.

reach up with your left hand and grasp her right breast.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s top, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You cup your hand around Katrina’s right breast, and give it a gentle squeeze. She gasps, and straightens up, pushing your hand away. “Mr Keating!” she says sternly.

“Sorry,” you say contritely. “The temptation was just...”

Katrina rolls her eyes. “Goodnight!” she says. Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

Despite your taste in music being vastly different from Katrina’s, you do manage to find some common ground, and chat about music quite pleasantly for a while.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you hear some more of her thoughts regarding what a perfect society should look like.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay,” says Katrina. “No betting, though!”

“Mmph,” you grumble. “That’s no fun.”

“Sorry, but you know the rules on gambling here!” she says. She deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her top.

reach up with your left hand and grasp her right breast.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s top, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You cup your hand around Katrina’s right breast, and give it a gentle squeeze. She gasps, and straightens up, pushing your hand away. “Mr Keating!” she says sternly.

“Sorry,” you say contritely. “The temptation was just...”

Katrina rolls her eyes. “Goodnight!” she says. Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, dressed – to your astonishment and delight – in an old-fashioned white nurse’s uniform instead of her usual green scrubs. It is knee-length, with a V-shaped neckline, and buttons all the way down the front.

Katrina giggles at your reaction. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “You look happy to see me!”

“You’re a vision!” you reply, grinning broadly. “I’m guessing you spoke to Ian, then?”

“I did,” she confirms. “It came up quite organically, actually. He wanted to chat with each of us, one on one ... and when it was my turn, we discussed a few ideas for making the place a little more cheerful. I mentioned that I missed the old white dresses, and that the gents would probably get a kick out of them ... and Ian agreed wholeheartedly! He even said he’d requisition a new uniform for me. It won’t get here for a few days, but in the meantime I thought I’d try my old one on for size. As I suspected, it’s rather too tight, but I think I can put up with that until the new one arrives.”

“Well you look wonderful!” you say.

“Thank you Mr Keating,” says Katrina. “And how are you feeling today?”

“I’m fine, thanks!” you reply buoyantly.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling relatively good today, you reply,

“Not bad thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good!” says Katrina, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

You manage to get the top button undone without Katrina noticing, and then you hook one finger into her neckline and pull it out so you can peek inside her white dress.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and she apparently feels a brief tug on her dress as you let go with your finger. Glancing down, she sees the undone button, and she gives you a stern look. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating!” she admonishes you, as she refastens the button.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” says Katrina sternly as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“It’s good for your bowels though, innit?” says Katrina. “You haven’t complained about your tummy lately, have you?” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Unfortunately, despite crossing her legs a couple more times, Katie does not do so carelessly enough to reveal her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, with her dazzling smile. “How are you today?”

“Mustn’t grumble,” you reply.

After some small talk, Martin asks you your thoughts on the issue of the day, which you are happy to provide. To your disappointment, although Katie does cross her legs at one point during the ensuing conversation, you do not catch a glimpse of her panties.

Both Katie and Martin are, however, impressed by your insights and well-considered opinions. They once again invite you to call again, and then they say goodbye, and move on to the next caller.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Well I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” says Katrina, “but sure!” She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Hundred Years War, Volume 2.”

“Nicholas Nickleby.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her bare knees are approximately level with your eyes. Her uniform is too long for you to see up it, so you...

content yourself with looking at her knees.

try to slide yourself down a bit, to get a better angle.

grab the hem of her uniform, and start pulling it upward.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a brief look up her dress, and you think you catch a tiny glimpse of pink. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your loins begin to stir as her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs halfway up the back of her thighs. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs a couple of inches up her thighs, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Despite your taste in music being vastly different from Katrina’s, you do manage to find some common ground, and chat about music quite pleasantly for a while.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you try to catch a glimpse of her panties, but without success. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you try to catch a glimpse of her panties, but without success. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you hear some more of her thoughts regarding what a perfect society should look like.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you try to catch a glimpse of her panties, but without success. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay,” says Katrina. “No betting, though!”

“Mmph,” you grumble. “That’s no fun.”

“Sorry, but you know the rules on gambling here!” she says.

“Maybe Ian would be willing to relax those rules?” you suggest hopefully.

Katrina chuckles. “What would you even bet with, you silly man?” she says. “You haven’t got a penny to your name!”

You grin. “How about clothes?”

She laughs. “Ah, I see!” she says. “Dream on, Mr Keating!”

“Matches, then,” you say. “Or toothpicks. Just something to liven it up.”

Katrina purses her lips. “I suppose there’s no harm in that,” she concedes. “Just a moment.” She gets up, leaves the room, then returns a minute later with a little box. “Buttons!” she says. “I like to keep some spares, of various sizes and colours.”

“Perfect!” you say.

She counts them out – there are thirty-eight – and then gives you half of them. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, nobody has run out of buttons, although Katrina’s supply is getting low. She excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with your left hand and grasp her right breast.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You cup your hand around Katrina’s right breast, and give it a gentle squeeze. She gasps, and straightens up, pushing your hand away. “Mr Keating!” she says sternly.

“Sorry,” you say contritely. “The temptation was just...”

Katrina rolls her eyes. “Goodnight!” she says. Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina struggles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, then climbs down. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you gradually work your body down the bed, so that your head gets lower and lower. With your eyes flitting back and forth between Katrina’s left leg and her right, you become increasingly excited as you see further and further up her uniform. But then the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

By this time, you have slid yourself down the bed about six inches or so, and you can now see about halfway up her thighs. “Thank you,” you say, desperately trying to slide a little further.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you stare hopefully up her uniform ... and catch a brief glimpse of pale pink panties. Not noticing your sudden grin of joy, Katrina climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina struggles with the blinds, not noticing that you are slowly lifting up the hem of her uniform. As more and more of her thighs become exposed, your excitement mounts. But when the hem reaches mid-thigh level, she glances downward, and gasps. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You guiltily let go of her uniform, which falls back into place. “Sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t make me switch back to my scrubs!” she warns you.

“Oh please don’t do that!” you say anxiously.

“Hmmph,” says Katrina, and she resumes working on the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you a brief glimpse up her uniform – though not far enough for you to see her panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling a little sore today, you reply,

“Not so good, actually.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Oh?” inquires Katrina. “What’s wrong?”

“I think I’m getting bedsores,” you grumble.

“Uh-oh!” says Katrina, alarmed. “And we’ve been so careful! Are you finding it more difficult to turn yourself these days?”

“I can still turn myself,” you say, “but I do spend quite a while on my back.”

“Well, let’s take a look,” says Katrina. “Which areas are getting sore?”

“My bottom, and a couple of places just above that,” you tell her.

She pulls the sheets back, uncovering you, and sets your bedpan aside. “Turn over for me,” she says, “and we’ll get those pyjamas off.”

She helps you turn over, and then she pulls your pyjama trousers down. Pulling up your top as well, she gently touches your sore areas. “It’s not too bad – yet,” she says. “Just buttocks and sacral area. Who does your sponge baths?”

“Rachel or Doreen, usually,” you say.

“Didn’t they notice these sore spots?” she asks.

“Nope,” you say with a shrug.

“Are they getting plenty of lotion on this area?” she inquires.

“Not usually,” you reply glumly. “They’re supposed to, but they often just do my hands and feet.”

“Your hands and f... For heaven’s sake!” exclaims Katrina. “All right, I’ll tell you what – I’ll take over your sponge bath regimen from now on, okay?”

This sounds good to you. “Will you have time?” you inquire.

“I’ll do it when I bring you your afternoon tea,” she says. “It won’t be a problem – I’ll make it work.” She gets you back into your pyjama bottoms, and helps you turn over. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

You manage to get the top button undone without Katrina noticing, and then you hook one finger into her neckline and pull it out so you can peek inside her white dress.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and she apparently feels a brief tug on her dress as you let go with your finger. Glancing down, she sees the undone button, and she gives you a stern look. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating!” she admonishes you, as she refastens the button.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” says Katrina sternly as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“It’s good for your bowels though, innit?” says Katrina. “You haven’t complained about your tummy lately, have you?” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Unfortunately, despite crossing her legs a couple more times, Katie does not do so carelessly enough to reveal her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, with her dazzling smile. “How are you today?”

“Mustn’t grumble,” you reply.

After some small talk, Martin asks you your thoughts on the issue of the day, which you are happy to provide. To your disappointment, although Katie does cross her legs at one point during the ensuing conversation, you do not catch a glimpse of her panties.

Both Katie and Martin are, however, impressed by your insights and well-considered opinions. They once again invite you to call again, and then they say goodbye, and move on to the next caller.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Well I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” says Katrina, “but sure!” She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Hundred Years War, Volume 2.”

“Nicholas Nickleby.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her bare knees are approximately level with your eyes. Her uniform is too long for you to see up it, so you...

content yourself with looking at her knees.

try to slide yourself down a bit, to get a better angle.

grab the hem of her uniform, and start pulling it upward.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a brief look up her dress, and you think you catch a tiny glimpse of pink. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your loins begin to stir as her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs halfway up the back of her thighs. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs a couple of inches up her thighs, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Despite your taste in music being vastly different from Katrina’s, you do manage to find some common ground, and chat about music quite pleasantly for a while.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you try to catch a glimpse of her panties, but without success. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you try to catch a glimpse of her panties, but without success. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you hear some more of her thoughts regarding what a perfect society should look like.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you try to catch a glimpse of her panties, but without success. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay,” says Katrina. She pulls out her little box of buttons. “I brought these along, just in case.”

“Excellent,” you say, pleased.

She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, nobody has run out of buttons, although Katrina’s supply is getting low. She excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and replaces your bedpan again after you empty both your bladder and your bowels into it. You watch television until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with your left hand and grasp her right breast.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You cup your hand around Katrina’s right breast, and give it a gentle squeeze. She gasps, and straightens up, pushing your hand away. “Mr Keating!” she says sternly.

“Sorry,” you say contritely. “The temptation was just...”

Katrina rolls her eyes. “Goodnight!” she says. Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, gives you a sponge bath, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina struggles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, then climbs down. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you gradually work your body down the bed, so that your head gets lower and lower. With your eyes flitting back and forth between Katrina’s left leg and her right, you become increasingly excited as you see further and further up her uniform. But then the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

By this time, you have slid yourself down the bed about six inches or so, and you can now see about halfway up her thighs. “Thank you,” you say, desperately trying to slide a little further.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you stare hopefully up her uniform ... and catch a brief glimpse of pale pink panties. Not noticing your sudden grin of joy, Katrina climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina struggles with the blinds, not noticing that you are slowly lifting up the hem of her uniform. As more and more of her thighs become exposed, your excitement mounts. But when the hem reaches mid-thigh level, she glances downward, and gasps. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You guiltily let go of her uniform, which falls back into place. “Sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t make me switch back to my scrubs!” she warns you.

“Oh please don’t do that!” you say anxiously.

“Hmmph,” says Katrina, and she resumes working on the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you a brief glimpse up her uniform – though not far enough for you to see her panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling a little sore today, you reply,

“Not so good, actually.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Oh?” inquires Katrina. “Still the bedsores?”

“Yes,” you grumble. “Though they don’t seem quite as bad today.”

Katrina nods. “Well, we’ll take another look at them this afternoon.” She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

You manage to get the top button undone without Katrina noticing, and then you hook one finger into her neckline and pull it out so you can peek inside her white dress.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and she apparently feels a brief tug on her dress as you let go with your finger. Glancing down, she sees the undone button, and she gives you a stern look. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating!” she admonishes you, as she refastens the button.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” says Katrina sternly as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“It’s good for your bowels though, innit?” says Katrina. “You haven’t complained about your tummy lately, have you?” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Unfortunately, despite crossing her legs a couple more times, Katie does not do so carelessly enough to reveal her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, with her dazzling smile. “How are you today?”

“Mustn’t grumble,” you reply.

After some small talk, Martin asks you your thoughts on today’s issue, which happens to be artificial intelligence.

“I’m not personally worried about it,” you say, “being close to death anyway. But I think there is reason for humanity to be concerned about the possibility of self-aware machines.”

“I agree,” says Katie. “At some point they’ll be smarter than people. What if they decide they don’t need us anymore?”

“I just don’t see how that’s possible,” says Martin. “It doesn’t matter how smart they get, they’re still just machines, running programs we give them to run.”

“What if it gets to the point where they can write their own programs?” asks Katie.

“They’ll still only be performing within the parameters their human programmers have set,” says Martin. “Computers can’t think, as we understand it. They can’t get creative. They will always be limited by their human programmers.”

“We’re all machines running programs,” says Katie. “Our brains aren’t infinitely complex. Our creativity is just a part of our programming. Why assume it can’t be mimicked?”

“Because humans are more than just the sum of their parts,” insists Martin. “Our intelligence isn’t something you can program.”

“Why not?” you and Katie both say, at almost exactly the same time.

“Because we have consciousness!” says Martin. “It’s not a physical thing!”

“Really?” you say. “What is consciousness if not simply brain activity?”

“Exactly,” says Katie.

“Look,” says Martin, seeming a little annoyed. “If we were all just machines running programs, then we wouldn’t be able to make choices. Everything we did would be as a response to stimuli. We would have no free will. But I assure you: I have free will. And I assume you do too.”

“Hmm,” says Katie. “That’s actually a good point.”

“That’s why humans will always be in control,” says Martin, pressing home his advantage. “We’ll always be able to outsmart computers because we can always do things we weren’t programmed to do.”

“Help me out, Charlie,” says Katie. “Can you counter Martin’s free will argument?”

“Of course,” you reply.

Katie bursts out laughing. “See Martin, Charlie’s smarter than both of us!”

“We haven’t heard his argument yet,” Martin points out, frowning slightly.

“Okay, let’s hear it Charlie,” says Katie, grinning.

“There’s no evidence,” you say, “that we do in fact have free will. We certainly seem to, but it’s likely an illusion. It’s certainly impossible to prove that we do. Decision-making is part of our programming – there’s no reason to think it’s anything but a complex brain process. Yes we can make choices – but what governs the choice we make? Our brain! What else? We might not be consciously aware of the underlying processes leading to our choice, but it was arrived at by physical brain activity that was perceived – by our brain – as a thought process. Why should we not be able to mimic this? Why should we not create an artificial brain so complex that intelligence and self-awareness emerge as properties of that brain?”

“Bravo!” says Katie, delighted. She claps her hands. “We should probably move on to another caller, Charlie, but is there anything else you’d like to say, or ask, before we let you go?”

“I wouldn’t say no to another crossing of those lovely legs of yours,” you suggest hopefully.

Martin laughs. “Got tired of watching that same YouTube clip over and over, did you?” he inquires.

“What clip? I don’t have YouTube,” you tell him, a little confused.

“Ignore him Charlie,” says Katie, swatting her co-host’s arm. “He’s just being mean.”

But Martin is happy to explain. “The first time you called,” he says, “Katie crossed her legs a little too carelessly, and so there’s now a very popular YouTube clip of the event.”

“Oh dear!” you say, alarmed. “I remember that moment, and I loved it ... but Katie, I’m so sorry it caused you embarrassment.”

Katie smiles. “I’m not embarrassed,” she says. “I mean, goodness, I modelled lingerie for a year while I was at university! I’m not bothered about a little flash of my knickers appearing on YouTube.”

“Nonetheless, I apologise for my request,” you say. “You’ll have to forgive an old and lonely man.”

“You’re forgiven,” says Katie with a warm smile. “And I look forward to your next call! Bye-bye, Charlie. Who have we got next, Martin?”

You hang up as they begin talking to the next caller, but you continue watching the show. As it concludes, Katie says, “Thank you to our callers – especially my friend Charlie...” And as she says your name, she uncrosses her legs, then recrosses them, with uncharacteristic carelessness. Your jaw drops at the sight of her panties, visible for a full second as a small white triangle between her thighs.

It is a wonderful moment, and given its timing you assume it was deliberate – you hope she does not get into trouble as a result. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Well I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” says Katrina, “but sure!” She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Hundred Years War, Volume 2.”

“Nicholas Nickleby.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her bare knees are approximately level with your eyes. Her uniform is too long for you to see up it, so you...

content yourself with looking at her knees.

try to slide yourself down a bit, to get a better angle.

grab the hem of her uniform, and start pulling it upward.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a brief look up her dress, and you think you catch a tiny glimpse of pink. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your loins begin to stir as her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs halfway up the back of her thighs. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs a couple of inches up her thighs, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Despite your taste in music being vastly different from Katrina’s, you do manage to find some common ground, and chat about music quite pleasantly for a while.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you try to catch a glimpse of her panties, but without success. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you try to catch a glimpse of her panties, but without success. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you hear some more of her thoughts regarding what a perfect society should look like.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you try to catch a glimpse of her panties, but without success. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

“Okay,” says Katrina. She pulls out her little box of buttons. “I brought these along, just in case.”

“Excellent,” you say, pleased.

She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, nobody has run out of buttons, although Katrina’s supply is getting low. She excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with your left hand and grasp her right breast.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You cup your hand around Katrina’s right breast, and give it a gentle squeeze. She gasps, and straightens up, pushing your hand away. “Mr Keating!” she says sternly.

“Sorry,” you say contritely. “The temptation was just...”

Katrina rolls her eyes. “Goodnight!” she says. Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina struggles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, then climbs down. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you gradually work your body down the bed, so that your head gets lower and lower. With your eyes flitting back and forth between Katrina’s left leg and her right, you become increasingly excited as you see further and further up her uniform. But then the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

By this time, you have slid yourself down the bed about six inches or so, and you can now see about halfway up her thighs. “Thank you,” you say, desperately trying to slide a little further.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you stare hopefully up her uniform ... and catch a brief glimpse of pale pink panties. Not noticing your sudden grin of joy, Katrina climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina struggles with the blinds, not noticing that you are slowly lifting up the hem of her uniform. As more and more of her thighs become exposed, your excitement mounts. But when the hem reaches mid-thigh level, she glances downward, and gasps. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You guiltily let go of her uniform, which falls back into place. “Sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t make me switch back to my scrubs!” she warns you.

“Oh please don’t do that!” you say anxiously.

“Hmmph,” says Katrina, and she resumes working on the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you a brief glimpse up her uniform – though not far enough for you to see her panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

With the help of your chilly mental image, you manage to keep your penis from becoming erect while Katrina rubs lotion all over it. Then she has you turn over, and she lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your sore spots.

Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Your mental image, together with Katrina’s soft, warm touch, causes your penis to rapidly erect itself. “Dear me, Mr Keating!” Katrina scolds you. “Don’t you have a little more self control than that?”

“Sorry,” you mumble.

Katrina sighs. “Never mind,” she says, and she begins to rub lotion all up and down your erect shaft. This, of course, feels heavenly, and you utter a little moan of pleasure, which causes Katrina to tut disapprovingly. Then she has you turn over, and she lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your sore spots.

Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling a little sore today, you reply,

“Not so good, actually.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“A little surprised to see you still in that uniform.”

“Oh?” inquires Katrina. “Still the bedsores?”

“Yes,” you grumble. “Though they don’t seem quite as bad today.”

Katrina nods. “Well, we’ll take another look at them this afternoon.” She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

You manage to get the top button undone without Katrina noticing, and then you hook one finger into her neckline and pull it out so you can peek inside her white dress.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and she apparently feels a brief tug on her dress as you let go with your finger. Glancing down, she sees the undone button, and she gives you a stern look. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating!” she admonishes you, as she refastens the button.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” says Katrina sternly as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“It’s good for your bowels though, innit?” says Katrina. “You haven’t complained about your tummy lately, have you?” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“What?” says Katrina, a little taken aback. “I thought you liked it.”

“I do!” you reply. “But didn’t Ian order you a new one?”

“Oh!” says Katrina. “Yes. But they delivered it to St Mary’s by mistake. I haven’t had a chance to go over and pick it up. Although, actually, Ian’s coming over today. Maybe I’ll ask him to bring it with him.” She briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

Unfortunately, despite crossing her legs a couple more times, Katie does not do so carelessly enough to reveal her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. To your delight, she does this carelessly enough for you to glimpse her white panties. “How are you today?”

“Wonderful – thank you,” you reply. “You’re very kind, Katie.”

Katie grins, and winks. Martin looks at his co-host askance, but does not say anything. After some small talk, he asks you your thoughts on today’s issue, which you are happy to provide.

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Well I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” says Katrina, “but sure!” She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Hundred Years War, Volume 2.”

“Oliver Twist.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her bare knees are approximately level with your eyes. Her uniform is too long for you to see up it, so you...

content yourself with looking at her knees.

try to slide yourself down a bit, to get a better angle.

grab the hem of her uniform, and start pulling it upward.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a brief look up her dress, and you think you catch a tiny glimpse of pink. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your loins begin to stir as her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs halfway up the back of her thighs. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs a couple of inches up her thighs, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Despite your taste in music being vastly different from Katrina’s, you do manage to find some common ground, and chat about music quite pleasantly for a while.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you try to catch a glimpse of her panties, but without success. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you try to catch a glimpse of her panties, but without success. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you hear some more of her thoughts regarding what a perfect society should look like.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you try to catch a glimpse of her panties, but without success. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

“Okay,” says Katrina. She pulls out her little box of buttons. “I brought these along, just in case.”

“Excellent,” you say, pleased.

She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, nobody has run out of buttons, although Katrina’s supply is getting low. She excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with your left hand and grasp her right breast.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You cup your hand around Katrina’s right breast, and give it a gentle squeeze. She gasps, and straightens up, pushing your hand away. “Mr Keating!” she says sternly.

“Sorry,” you say contritely. “The temptation was just...”

Katrina rolls her eyes. “Goodnight!” she says. Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina struggles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, then climbs down. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you gradually work your body down the bed, so that your head gets lower and lower. With your eyes flitting back and forth between Katrina’s left leg and her right, you become increasingly excited as you see further and further up her uniform. But then the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

By this time, you have slid yourself down the bed about six inches or so, and you can now see about halfway up her thighs. “Thank you,” you say, desperately trying to slide a little further.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you stare hopefully up her uniform ... and catch a brief glimpse of pale pink panties. Not noticing your sudden grin of joy, Katrina climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina struggles with the blinds, not noticing that you are slowly lifting up the hem of her uniform. As more and more of her thighs become exposed, your excitement mounts. But when the hem reaches mid-thigh level, she glances downward, and gasps. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You guiltily let go of her uniform, which falls back into place. “Sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t make me switch back to my scrubs!” she warns you.

“Oh please don’t do that!” you say anxiously.

“Hmmph,” says Katrina, and she resumes working on the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you a brief glimpse up her uniform – though not far enough for you to see her panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

With the help of your chilly mental image, you manage to keep your penis from becoming erect while Katrina rubs lotion all over it. Then she has you turn over, and she lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your sore spots.

Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Your mental image, together with Katrina’s soft, warm touch, causes your penis to rapidly erect itself. “Dear me, Mr Keating!” Katrina scolds you. “Don’t you have a little more self control than that?”

“Sorry,” you mumble.

Katrina sighs. “Never mind,” she says, and she begins to rub lotion all up and down your erect shaft. This, of course, feels heavenly, and you utter a little moan of pleasure, which causes Katrina to tut disapprovingly. Then she has you turn over, and she lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your sore spots.

Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

You manage to get the top button undone without Katrina noticing, and then you hook one finger into her neckline and pull it out so you can peek inside her white dress.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and she apparently feels a brief tug on her dress as you let go with your finger. Glancing down, she sees the undone button, and she gives you a stern look. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating!” she admonishes you, as she refastens the button.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” says Katrina sternly as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“It’s good for your bowels though, innit?” says Katrina. “You haven’t complained about your tummy lately, have you?” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Unfortunately, despite crossing her legs a couple more times, Katie does not do so carelessly enough to reveal her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. To your delight, she does this carelessly enough for you to glimpse her white panties. “How are you today?”

“Wonderful – thank you,” you reply. “You’re very kind, Katie.”

Katie grins, and winks. Martin looks at his co-host askance, but does not say anything. After some small talk, he asks you your thoughts on today’s issue, which you are happy to provide.

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters, wearing a new dress uniform. She looks a little uncomfortable – a fact which you attribute to the uniform’s unexpected shortness.

“Wow!” you say, staring at the hemline of the dress, which is about four inches above Katrina’s knees. “Nice uniform!”

“Well I’m not sure I’m going to keep it,” says Katrina dubiously. “But I thought you’d like to see it, at least. Apparently our clothing supplier doesn’t do dress uniforms anymore, so Ian ordered this from a costume shop. So it’s not a real nurse’s uniform. He says he got the longest, most professional-looking dress they had, but even so, it’s not really what I had in mind.”

“It looks like it fits you perfectly, though,” you remark. “And you look fabulous!”

Katrina smiles. “I’m glad you think so,” she says. “Actually Ruth said the same thing. But I don’t know – I worry I won’t be taken as seriously in this outfit.”

“Will it affect how you care for the residents?” you ask. “Will it lower the quality of the work that you do?”

“No,” says Katrina. “Of course not.”

“Then why not look fabulous while you’re doing it?” you suggest. “It would certainly brighten my day – and not just mine, I suspect.”

Katrina laughs. “You make a strong case, Mr Keating!” she says. “To be honest, I do quite like how I look in this uniform. All right then! I’ll keep it.”

“Oh good!” you say happily.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters, wearing a new dress uniform. She looks a little uncomfortable – a fact which you attribute to the uniform’s unexpected shortness.

“Wow!” you say, staring at the hemline of the dress, which is about four inches above Katrina’s knees. “Nice uniform!”

“Well I’m not sure I’m going to keep it,” says Katrina dubiously. “But I thought you’d like to see it, at least. Apparently our clothing supplier doesn’t do dress uniforms anymore, so Ian ordered this from a costume shop. So it’s not a real nurse’s uniform. He says he got the longest, most professional-looking dress they had, but even so, it’s not really what I had in mind.”

“It looks like it fits you perfectly, though,” you remark. “And you look fabulous!”

Katrina smiles. “I’m glad you think so,” she says. “Actually Ruth said the same thing. But I don’t know – I worry I won’t be taken as seriously in this outfit.”

“Will it affect how you care for the residents?” you ask. “Will it lower the quality of the work that you do?”

“No,” says Katrina. “Of course not.”

“Then why not look fabulous while you’re doing it?” you suggest. “It would certainly brighten my day – and not just mine, I suspect.”

Katrina laughs. “You make a strong case, Mr Keating!” she says. “To be honest, I do quite like how I look in this uniform. All right then! I’ll keep it.”

“Oh good!” you say happily.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling reasonably good today, you reply,

“Not bad, thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

You manage to get the top button undone without Katrina noticing, and then you hook one finger into her neckline and pull it out so you can peek inside her white dress.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and she apparently feels a brief tug on her dress as you let go with your finger. Glancing down, she sees the undone button, and she gives you a stern look. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating!” she admonishes you, as she refastens the button.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” says Katrina sternly as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“It’s good for your bowels though, innit?” says Katrina. “You haven’t complained about your tummy lately, have you?” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Unfortunately, despite crossing her legs a couple more times, Katie does not do so carelessly enough to reveal her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. To your delight, she does this carelessly enough for you to glimpse her white panties. “How are you today?”

“Wonderful – thank you,” you reply. “You’re very kind, Katie.”

Katie grins, and winks. Martin looks at his co-host askance, but does not say anything. After some small talk, he asks you your thoughts on today’s issue, which you are happy to provide.

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Well I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” says Katrina, “but sure!” She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Hundred Years War, Volume 2.”

“Oliver Twist.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her bare knees are approximately level with your eyes. The hem of her uniform, on the other hand, is several inches higher, and you smile happily as you stare up her dress at her upper thighs. You cannot quite see her panties from here, so you...

content yourself with looking at her thighs.

try to slide yourself down a bit, to get a better angle.

grab the hem of her uniform, and start pulling it upward.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a brief look up her short dress, and you catch a glimpse of her pink panties. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your loins begin to stir as her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs almost to the top of her thighs. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs to at least halfway up her thighs, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

The musical common ground you share with Katrina has been largely exhausted, so you try to interest her in a discussion of classical music. She is not terribly enthused, but then she has an idea.

“How about you play me five minutes of classical music,” she suggests, “and I play you five minutes of something ... danceable?”

This sounds ominous, but admittedly fair. “All right,” you agree. “I suppose I’m not too old to learn. But I only have my little radio. What do you intend to play the music on?”

Katrina chuckles. “We’ve got to get you into the 21st century, Mr Keating!” she says. “Wait here while I fetch my speaker.” She gets up, briefly flashing her pink panties as she uncrosses her legs, and leaves the room. A minute later, she returns with a small, cylindrical blue speaker. She sets it on your bedside cabinet. “Classical first,” she says. “What do you have in mind? Pick anything you like – it’s bound to be on YouTube.”

“Hmm,” you say, trying to think of something that she might actually enjoy. “How about Mussorgsky’s Pictures at an Exhibition?”

“Pictures...” says Katrina while typing, “at ... here we go. First five minutes?”

“Yes,” you say. “The piece consists of a series of movements, each representing a painting in a gallery, and linked by variations on a theme called ‘Promenade’, which evokes walking from one picture to the next. This is the Promenade now.”

“It’s nice,” says Katrina, nodding.

A minute and a half later, you say, “And this is the first painting: ‘The Gnome’. You can imagine the sinister little creature, prowling through the shadows...”

“Don’t talk, Mr Keating,” she reproaches you. “I’m trying to listen.”

You nod, and wait patiently through The Gnome and the ensuing Promenade. Then Katrina stops the music. “Well, The Gnome was kind of depressing,” she says, “but I guess it was kind of evocative. The Promenade was better. But it still lacks the sort of ‘bounce’ that I like to have in my music.”

“Okay,” you say, a little disappointed. “But you gave it a go, so thank you. I suppose it’s your turn now.”

Katrina grins. “Yup!” she says. “Let’s see... How about a bit of Rihanna? This song is called ‘Work’.”

The song begins, and you are unimpressed. It appears to be fairly minimalistic, with repetitive vocals delivered by a female singer who sounds Caribbean.

“Doesn’t it make you want to dance?” says Katrina, who is starting to gyrate in her seat, inadvertently giving you little glimpses of her panties every few seconds.

“Not really,” you say. “Possibly because I’m almost a hundred years old. But don’t let me stop you.”

“All right,” Katrina grins. She gets up, moves the chair to one side, and begins to dance, gyrating and twirling her way around the room. You are surprised at how practised and fluid her movements are; she is very good at this. You are particularly intrigued when she hikes up her dress a few inches, giving herself more freedom of movement. She grins at you, and says, “See, it’s not that bad, is it?”

“It’s growing on me!” you remark, though you are not really referring to the music.

Then Katrina turns away from you, bends over, and begins gyrating her bottom at you.

“Wow!” you say, mesmerised. Her hiked-up dress is a mere inch or so from revealing her panties.

“This is called twerking,” explains Katrina.

“I love it!” you say.

When the song finishes, Katrina sits back down. “Just a bit of dancehall there,” she says, with a grin. “What do you think?”

“I’m not convinced about the music,” you reply, “but the dancing was fantastic. Very sexy – and you’re clearly extremely good at it. I’m happy to listen to that kind of thing again, if it means getting to see you dance like that.”

Katrina laughs. “Well thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she says. “Anyway, I’d better get going – other patients to see.”

As she uncrosses her legs, you are delighted to catch yet another, albeit brief, glimpse of her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you are delighted to catch another, albeit brief, glimpse of her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you hear some more of her thoughts regarding what a perfect society should look like.

After half an hour or so, Katrina excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you are delighted to catch another, albeit brief, glimpse of her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

“Okay,” says Katrina. She pulls out her little box of buttons. “I brought these along, just in case.”

“Excellent,” you say, pleased.

She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, nobody has run out of buttons, although Katrina’s supply is getting low. She excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She gasps, and straightens up, pushing your hands away. “Good grief, Mr Keating!” she says sternly.

“Sorry,” you say contritely. “The temptation was just...”

Katrina rolls her eyes. “Goodnight!” she says. Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina struggles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you a quick flash of her pink panties as you look up her dress. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you gradually work your body down the bed, so that your head gets lower and lower. Your eyes flit back and forth between Katrina’s left leg and her right, and you become increasingly excited as you see further and further up her uniform. Then, finally, you get your head low enough that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. But then the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you stare up her uniform, and manage to see even more of her pale pink panties. Not noticing your expression of pure joy, Katrina climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina struggles with the blinds, not noticing that you are slowly lifting up the hem of her uniform. As more and more of her thighs become exposed, your excitement mounts. But just as her pink panties are coming into view, she glances downward, and gasps. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You guiltily let go of her uniform, which falls back into place. “Sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t make me switch back to my scrubs!” she warns you.

“Oh please don’t do that!” you say anxiously.

“Hmmph,” says Katrina, and she resumes working on the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you a quick flash of her pink panties as you look up her dress. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

With the help of your chilly mental image, you manage to keep your penis from becoming erect while Katrina rubs lotion all over it. Then she has you turn over, and she lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your sore spots.

Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Your mental image, together with Katrina’s soft, warm touch, causes your penis to rapidly erect itself. “Dear me, Mr Keating!” Katrina scolds you. “Don’t you have a little more self control than that?”

“Sorry,” you mumble.

Katrina sighs. “Never mind,” she says, and she begins to rub lotion all up and down your erect shaft. This, of course, feels heavenly, and you utter a little moan of pleasure, which causes Katrina to tut disapprovingly. Then she has you turn over, and she lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your sore spots.

Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling reasonably good today, you reply,

“Not bad, thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

You manage to get the top button undone, and then, since Katrina has not yet noticed, you undo another. Hooking one finger into her neckline, you pull it to one side, partially uncovering her white bra.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and she apparently feels a brief tug on her dress as you let go with your finger. Glancing down, she sees the undone buttons, and gasps. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating!” she admonishes you, as she refastens the buttons.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” says Katrina sternly as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“It’s good for your bowels though, innit?” says Katrina. “You haven’t complained about your tummy lately, have you?” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Unfortunately, despite crossing her legs a couple more times, Katie does not do so carelessly enough to reveal her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. To your delight, she does this carelessly enough for you to glimpse her white panties. “How are you today?”

“Wonderful – thank you,” you reply. “You’re very kind, Katie.”

Katie grins, and winks. Martin looks at his co-host askance, but does not say anything. After some small talk, he asks you your thoughts on today’s issue, which you are happy to provide.

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Plantagenets.”

“Oliver Twist.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her bare knees are approximately level with your eyes. The hem of her uniform, on the other hand, is several inches higher, and you smile happily as you stare up her dress at her upper thighs. You cannot quite see her panties from here, so you...

content yourself with looking at her thighs.

try to slide yourself down a bit, to get a better angle.

grab the hem of her uniform, and start pulling it upward.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a brief look up her short dress, and you catch a glimpse of her pink panties. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your loins begin to stir as her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs almost to the top of her thighs. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs to at least halfway up her thighs, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too? A mix of classical and dance-pop?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays you a couple of her favourite songs ... and her sexy dance moves come very close to revealing her panties on several occasions, most notably while she is twerking. As you watch her bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you silently will Katrina to hike her uniform up just a couple of inches more. But of course, sadly, she does not do any such thing.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, and you finally get another little glimpse of her pink panties. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you are delighted to catch another, albeit brief, glimpse of her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you get both get a little more insight into each other’s worldviews. Katrina, unsurprisingly, seems to think the problems of the world could be fixed by everyone being a little more kind to one another.

But then the discussion turns to families, and you start thinking about your own family members, who likely do not care if you are even still alive at this point. This makes you a little sad, and Katrina consoles you with a hug and a short hand-hold. This helps, but you are still feeling rather subdued when she excuses herself.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

“Okay,” says Katrina. She pulls out her little box of buttons. “I brought these along, just in case.”

“Excellent,” you say, pleased.

She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, nobody has run out of buttons, although Katrina’s supply is getting low. She excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body. Again, you feel yourself getting aroused, and as she approaches your penis, you...

imagine yourself lost and alone in a blizzard in Antarctica.

imagine Katrina doing this in just her underwear.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She gasps, and straightens up, pushing your hands away. “Good grief, Mr Keating!” she says sternly.

“Sorry,” you say contritely. “The temptation was just...”

Katrina rolls her eyes. “Goodnight!” she says. Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina struggles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you a quick flash of her pink panties as you look up her dress. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you gradually work your body down the bed, so that your head gets lower and lower. Your eyes flit back and forth between Katrina’s left leg and her right, and you become increasingly excited as you see further and further up her uniform. Then, finally, you get your head low enough that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. But then the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you stare up her uniform, and manage to see even more of her pale pink panties. Not noticing your expression of pure joy, Katrina climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina struggles with the blinds, not noticing that you are slowly lifting up the hem of her uniform. As more and more of her thighs become exposed, your excitement mounts. But just as her pink panties are coming into view, she glances downward, and gasps. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You guiltily let go of her uniform, which falls back into place. “Sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t make me switch back to my scrubs!” she warns you.

“Oh please don’t do that!” you say anxiously.

“Hmmph,” says Katrina, and she resumes working on the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you a quick flash of her pink panties as you look up her dress. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

With the help of your chilly mental image, you manage to keep your penis from becoming erect while Katrina rubs lotion all over it. Then she has you turn over, and she lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your sore spots.

Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Your mental image, together with Katrina’s soft, warm touch, causes your penis to rapidly erect itself. “Dear me, Mr Keating!” Katrina scolds you. “Don’t you have a little more self control than that?”

“Sorry,” you mumble.

Katrina sighs. “Never mind,” she says, and she begins to rub lotion all up and down your erect shaft. This, of course, feels heavenly, and you utter a little moan of pleasure, which causes Katrina to tut disapprovingly. Then she has you turn over, and she lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your sore spots.

Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Your mental image, together with Katrina’s soft, warm touch, causes your penis to rapidly erect itself. “Dear me, Mr Keating!” Katrina chides you gently. “Don’t you have a little more self control than that?”

“Sorry,” you mumble.

Katrina sighs. “Never mind,” she says, and she begins to rub lotion all up and down your erect shaft. This, of course, feels heavenly, and you utter a little moan of pleasure, which causes Katrina to tut disapprovingly. But, to your surprise, she keeps rubbing, gripping your shaft firmly as she slides her hand up and down. Her expression is thoughtful, focused.

Your arousal builds and builds, and your breath is soon coming in excited gasps. Then, after a minute or so of Katrina’s manual stimulation, you groan with orgasmic pleasure, your whole body twitching as your erection spews semen all over Katrina’s hand.

She looks up at you, then gasps at the sight of tears streaming down your cheeks. “Oh Mr Keating, I’m so sorry!” she says. “I don’t know what came over me! Oh gosh, what was I thinking?”

But you shake your head. “Katrina, these are happy tears,” you tell her. “I’m crying because you are so wonderfully kind to me. You are a saint – I’m so lucky to have you in my life. From the bottom of my heart, thank you – for this, and all the other wonderful things you do for me.”

She smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She grabs a couple of tissues from the box on your bedside cabinet, and wipes clean first her hand, then your wilting penis. Then she has you turn over, and she lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots.

Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling reasonably good today, you reply,

“Not bad, thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

You manage to get the top button undone, and then, since Katrina has not yet noticed, you undo another. Hooking one finger into her neckline, you pull it to one side, partially uncovering her white bra.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and she apparently feels a brief tug on her dress as you let go with your finger. Glancing down, she sees the undone buttons, and gasps. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating!” she admonishes you, as she refastens the buttons.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” says Katrina sternly as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“It’s good for your bowels though, innit?” says Katrina. “You haven’t complained about your tummy lately, have you?” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Unfortunately, despite crossing her legs a couple more times, Katie does not do so carelessly enough to reveal her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. To your delight, she does this carelessly enough for you to glimpse her white panties. “How are you today?”

“Wonderful – thank you,” you reply. “You’re very kind, Katie.”

Katie grins, and winks. Martin looks at his co-host askance, but does not say anything. After some small talk, he asks you your thoughts on today’s issue, which you are happy to provide.

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Plantagenets.”

“Oliver Twist.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her bare knees are approximately level with your eyes. The hem of her uniform, on the other hand, is several inches higher, and you smile happily as you stare up her dress at her upper thighs. You cannot quite see her panties from here, so you...

content yourself with looking at her thighs.

try to slide yourself down a bit, to get a better angle.

grab the hem of her uniform, and start pulling it upward.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a brief look up her short dress, and you catch a glimpse of her pink panties. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your loins begin to stir as her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs almost to the top of her thighs. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs to at least halfway up her thighs, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too? A mix of classical and dance-pop?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays you a couple of her favourite songs ... and her sexy dance moves come very close to revealing her panties on several occasions, most notably while she is twerking. As you watch her bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you silently will Katrina to hike her uniform up just a couple of inches more. But of course, sadly, she does not do any such thing.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, and you finally get another little glimpse of her pink panties. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you are delighted to catch another, albeit brief, glimpse of her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you get both get a little more insight into each other’s worldviews.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. She pulls out her little box of buttons. “I brought these along, just in case.”

“Excellent,” you say, pleased.

She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

By now you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, and you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left. “Well done,” she says. “You win. Game over.”

“But we still have some time,” you object.

“But I’m out of buttons,” she points out.

You grin. “Not quite,” you say. “Your uniform has a few.”

“Cheeky bugger!” says Katrina indignantly. “I’m not chopping buttons off my uniform!”

“I’m not suggesting you do,” you quickly assure her. “You can just unfasten any that you bet. If you win, you can do them back up again.”

Katrina laughs. “You’re incorrigible, Mr Keating!” she says. “Well, I shouldn’t encourage you, but I suppose just one button wouldn’t hurt.” She unfastens her top button, which causes her uniform to gape a little more, though not enough to reveal anything.

You advance one of your own buttons, then say,

“And I’ll raise you one button.”

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She gasps, and straightens up, pushing your hands away. “Good grief, Mr Keating!” she says sternly.

“Sorry,” you say contritely. “The temptation was just...”

Katrina rolls her eyes. “Goodnight!” she says. Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina struggles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you a quick flash of her pink panties as you look up her dress. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you gradually work your body down the bed, so that your head gets lower and lower. Your eyes flit back and forth between Katrina’s left leg and her right, and you become increasingly excited as you see further and further up her uniform. Then, finally, you get your head low enough that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. But then the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you stare up her uniform, and manage to see even more of her pale pink panties. Not noticing your expression of pure joy, Katrina climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina struggles with the blinds, not noticing that you are slowly lifting up the hem of her uniform. As more and more of her thighs become exposed, your excitement mounts. But just as her pink panties are coming into view, she glances downward, and gasps. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You guiltily let go of her uniform, which falls back into place. “Sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t make me switch back to my scrubs!” she warns you.

“Oh please don’t do that!” you say anxiously.

“Hmmph,” says Katrina, and she resumes working on the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you a quick flash of her pink panties as you look up her dress. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Making your life bearable – well it’s my raison d’etre, innit? Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “I don’t need any help from you in that department! Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina chuckles. “Nice try Mr Keating, but I’m not undoing any more buttons.” She puts her cards down. “I think we’ll stop there, okay?”

She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Well done Mr Keating,” she says. “You win again.”

“Another hand?” you ask hopefully.

She chuckles. “Sorry, but I’m not undoing any more buttons. I think we’ll stop there, okay?”

She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling reasonably good today, you reply,

“Not bad, thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

You manage to get the top button undone, and then, since Katrina has not yet noticed, you undo another. Hooking one finger into her neckline, you pull it to one side, partially uncovering her white bra.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and she apparently feels a brief tug on her dress as you let go with your finger. Glancing down, she sees the undone buttons, and gasps. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating!” she admonishes you, as she refastens the buttons.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” says Katrina sternly as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“It’s good for your bowels though, innit?” says Katrina. “You haven’t complained about your tummy lately, have you?” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Unfortunately, despite crossing her legs a couple more times, Katie does not do so carelessly enough to reveal her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. To your delight, she does this carelessly enough for you to glimpse her white panties. “How are you today?”

“Wonderful – thank you,” you reply. “You’re very kind, Katie.”

Katie grins, and winks. Martin looks at his co-host askance, but does not say anything. After some small talk, he asks you your thoughts on today’s issue, which you are happy to provide.

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad. It passes the time.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Plantagenets.”

“Oliver Twist.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her bare knees are approximately level with your eyes. The hem of her uniform, on the other hand, is several inches higher, and you smile happily as you stare up her dress at her upper thighs. You cannot quite see her panties from here, so you...

content yourself with looking at her thighs.

try to slide yourself down a bit, to get a better angle.

grab the hem of her uniform, and start pulling it upward.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a brief look up her short dress, and you catch a glimpse of her pink panties. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your loins begin to stir as her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs almost to the top of her thighs. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

“I’ve never read that one,” says Katrina, “but I did see the movie. It was good.”

“Oh, which version?” you inquire. “The David Lean one, with Alec Guinness as Fagin...?”

“I dunno,” says Katrina. “It was a musical. ‘O-liver, O-liver, never before has a boy wanted more.’ That one.”

“Ah,” you say, nodding. “Yes, that was good too. I enjoyed Harry Secombe’s turn as Mr Bumble. You know, he and I briefly served together in the Royal Artillery.”

“I don’t know the name,” says Katrina. “It’s been a long time since I saw the film.”

“Oh, Harry Secombe was one of the Goons!” you tell her. “Very famous in my day.”

“Never heard of the Goons,” says Katrina with a shrug. “A little before my time, I suspect.”

“Oh dear!” you say, appalled. “It was the most wonderful radio program! Spike Milligan, Peter Sellers... You must know Peter Sellers, surely?”

Katrina shrugs. “Sorry,” she says.

This is unbearable. “The Pink Panther!” you exclaim.

“Oh I’ve seen that,” says Katrina, nodding. “That Steve Martin’s a funny fella, in’t he?”

“Steve Martin!?!” you cry indignantly.

Then Katrina bursts out laughing. “Oh Mr Keating, you’re too easy!” she says. “Of course I know Peter Sellers – I grew up with the original Pink Panther movies. My dad loved them.”

“Oh!” you say. “Thank goodness!”

“Silly man,” says Katrina affectionately. “We were talking about Peter Sellers just last week, don’t you remember?”

“We were?” you inquire in surprise.

“Yes, you were telling me about the Ealing comedies,” she says.

You have no memory of such a conversation. “Oh dear,” you say with a sigh. “I’m afraid my short-term memory isn’t what it was. Did you know I was an extra in Passport to Pimlico?”

“You did mention it, yes,” says Katrina, smiling.

This is concerning. “Do I often tell you things I’ve told you before?” you ask anxiously.

“Not all that often,” Katrina assures you. “I usually tell you if you do repeat something. But you’ve had such a lot of experiences – you’ve got so many stories to tell. I don’t mind hearing a few of them twice.”

You nod, feeling rather morose. “My mind’s going, Katrina,” you say sadly. “My body’s already become useless – now my mind’s going too. Soon there won’t be anything left of me...” Your eyes begin to water.

“Oh hush,” says Katrina, pulling your head against her chest. “That’s just nonsense and you know it. You’re still the cleverest man I know, Mr Keating. You have an amazing amount of knowledge. So what if you’re getting a bit forgetful? You’re not too far gone to get through a cryptic crossword!”

You smile at the softness of her left breast, which you can feel through her uniform with your right cheek. Bringing your left hand up, you grasp her right breast and give it a gentle squeeze.

Katrina chuckles. “You’re not too far gone to make mischief, neither!” But to your delight, she does not immediately stop you, so you continue to knead and caress her breast through her uniform. She sighs. “I suppose I don’t mind if you have a little play. It’s not like anyone else is lining up for the job.” Encouraged, you reach for her top button, and pop it open. But at this point she stops you. “All right, that’s enough,” she says, pulling away. She bends down and kisses your forehead. “Enjoy your book, Mr Keating.”

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs to at least halfway up her thighs, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too? A mix of classical and dance-pop?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays you a couple of her favourite songs ... and her sexy dance moves come very close to revealing her panties on several occasions, most notably while she is twerking. As you watch her bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you silently will Katrina to hike her uniform up just a couple of inches more. But of course, sadly, she does not do any such thing.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, and you finally get another little glimpse of her pink panties. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you are delighted to catch another, albeit brief, glimpse of her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you get both get a little more insight into each other’s worldviews.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left. “You win again, Mr Keating,” she says.

“We still have some time,” you point out, “and you have other buttons.”

“Cheeky bugger,” says Katrina rolling her eyes. “All right then – just one.” She unfastens her top button, which causes her uniform to gape a little more, though not enough to reveal anything.

You advance one of your own buttons, then say,

“And I’ll raise you one button.”

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She gasps, and straightens up, pushing your hands away. “Good grief, Mr Keating!” she says sternly.

“Sorry,” you say contritely. “The temptation was just...”

Katrina rolls her eyes. “Goodnight!” she says. Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina struggles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you a quick flash of her pink panties as you look up her dress. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you gradually work your body down the bed, so that your head gets lower and lower. Your eyes flit back and forth between Katrina’s left leg and her right, and you become increasingly excited as you see further and further up her uniform. Then, finally, you get your head low enough that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. But then the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you stare up her uniform, and manage to see even more of her pale pink panties. Not noticing your expression of pure joy, Katrina climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina struggles with the blinds, not noticing that you are slowly lifting up the hem of her uniform. As more and more of her thighs become exposed, your excitement mounts. But just as her pink panties are coming into view, she glances downward, and gasps. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You guiltily let go of her uniform, which falls back into place. “Sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t make me switch back to my scrubs!” she warns you.

“Oh please don’t do that!” you say anxiously.

“Hmmph,” says Katrina, and she resumes working on the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you a quick flash of her pink panties as you look up her dress. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Making your life bearable – well it’s my raison d’etre, innit? Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “I don’t need any help from you in that department! Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina chuckles. “Nice try Mr Keating, but I’m not undoing any more buttons.” She puts her cards down. “I think we’ll stop there, okay?”

She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Well done Mr Keating,” she says. “You win again.”

“Another hand?” you ask hopefully.

She chuckles. “Sorry, but I’m not undoing any more buttons. I think we’ll stop there, okay?”

She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling reasonably good today, you reply,

“Not bad, thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

You manage to get the top button undone, and then, since Katrina has not yet noticed, you undo another. Hooking your index fingers into her neckline, you pull her uniform open, exposing much of her white bra.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and feels the tug of your fingers on her uniform. Glancing down, she sees the undone buttons, and purses her lips. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” she admonishes you, as she refastens the buttons.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“All right, Mr Keating, enough of that,” says Katrina as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“It’s good for your bowels though, innit?” says Katrina. “You haven’t complained about your tummy lately, have you?” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Unfortunately, despite crossing her legs a couple more times, Katie does not do so carelessly enough to reveal her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. To your delight, she does this quite carelessly, and you get a nice look at her white panties. “How are you today, dear?”

“Suddenly wonderful – thank you,” you reply. “I could watch you crossing and uncrossing your legs all day, Katie.”

Katie laughs, and winks. “I’m sorry this is just a two-hour program!” she says.

“Aren’t you tired of seeing your panties all over YouTube, Katie?” inquires Martin.

Katie shrugs. “Unlike you, Martin, I don’t spend a lot of time on YouTube searching for ‘Katie Willis panties’, so no, I don’t really give it much thought.” As the studio audience laughs at this burn, Katie grins and uncrosses her legs again, this time lifting her right knee so high and wide that you are able to see more of her panties than ever before – a well-illuminated white triangle at least four inches from top to bottom, and three inches wide at the top. Then she recrosses her legs, while you smile happily.

“I’m so grateful to still have my eyesight!” you remark. “Katie, you’re a godsend.”

Martin clears his throat. “Yes, well, back to the topic at hand...”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Plantagenets.”

“Oliver Twist.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her bare knees are approximately level with your eyes. The hem of her uniform, on the other hand, is several inches higher, and you smile happily as you stare up her dress at her upper thighs. You cannot quite see her panties from here, so you...

content yourself with looking at her thighs.

try to slide yourself down a bit, to get a better angle.

grab the hem of her uniform, and start pulling it upward.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a brief look up her short dress, and you catch a glimpse of her pink panties. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your loins begin to stir as her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs almost to the top of her thighs. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs to at least halfway up her thighs, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too? A mix of classical and dance-pop?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays you a couple of her favourite songs ... and her sexy dance moves come very close to revealing her panties on several occasions, most notably while she is twerking. As you watch her bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you silently will Katrina to hike her uniform up just a couple of inches more. But of course, sadly, she does not do any such thing.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, and you finally get another little glimpse of her pink panties. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you are delighted to catch another, albeit brief, glimpse of her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you get both get a little more insight into each other’s worldviews.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left. “You win again, Mr Keating,” she says.

“We still have some time,” you point out, “and you have other buttons.”

“Cheeky bugger,” says Katrina rolling her eyes. “All right then – just one.” She unfastens her top button, which causes her uniform to gape a little more, though not enough to reveal anything.

You advance one of your own buttons, then say,

“And I’ll raise you one button.”

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She tuts with disapproval. “Having fun, are you?” she inquires, but she continues straightening your pillows while you massage her breasts. Finally she straightens up, and pushes your hands away. “That’s quite enough of that,” she says. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina struggles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you a quick flash of her pink panties as you look up her dress. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you gradually work your body down the bed, so that your head gets lower and lower. Your eyes flit back and forth between Katrina’s left leg and her right, and you become increasingly excited as you see further and further up her uniform. Then, finally, you get your head low enough that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. But then the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you stare up her uniform, and manage to see even more of her pale pink panties. Not noticing your expression of pure joy, Katrina climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina struggles with the blinds, not noticing that you are slowly lifting up the hem of her uniform. As more and more of her thighs become exposed, your excitement mounts. But just as her pink panties are coming into view, she glances downward, and gasps. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You guiltily let go of her uniform, which falls back into place. “Sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t make me switch back to my scrubs!” she warns you.

“Oh please don’t do that!” you say anxiously.

“Hmmph,” says Katrina, and she resumes working on the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you a quick flash of her pink panties as you look up her dress. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Making your life bearable – well it’s my raison d’etre, innit? Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “I don’t need any help from you in that department! Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina chuckles. “Nice try Mr Keating, but I’m not undoing any more buttons.” She puts her cards down. “I think we’ll stop there, okay?”

She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Well done Mr Keating,” she says. “You win again.”

“Another hand?” you ask hopefully.

She chuckles. “Sorry, but I’m not undoing any more buttons. I think we’ll stop there, okay?”

She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling reasonably good today, you reply,

“Not bad, thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

You manage to get the top button undone, and then, since Katrina has not yet noticed, you undo another. Hooking your index fingers into her neckline, you pull her uniform open, exposing much of her white bra.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and feels the tug of your fingers on her uniform. Glancing down, she sees the undone buttons, and purses her lips. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” she admonishes you, as she refastens the buttons.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“All right, Mr Keating, enough of that,” says Katrina as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“It’s good for your bowels though, innit?” says Katrina. “You haven’t complained about your tummy lately, have you?” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with such an expansive movement that you get a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today, dear?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“Wonderful – thank you Katie,” you reply. “You’re very kind to an old man.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Plantagenets.”

“Oliver Twist.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

She sighs. “Bother it,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again – is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her bare knees are approximately level with your eyes. The hem of her uniform, on the other hand, is several inches higher, and you smile happily as you stare up her dress at her upper thighs. You cannot quite see her panties from here, so you...

content yourself with looking at her thighs.

try to slide yourself down a bit, to get a better angle.

grab the hem of her uniform, and start pulling it upward.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a brief look up her short dress, and you catch a glimpse of her pink panties. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your loins begin to stir as her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs almost to the top of her thighs. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs to at least halfway up her thighs, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too? A mix of classical and dance-pop?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays you a couple of her favourite songs ... and her sexy dance moves come very close to revealing her panties on several occasions, most notably while she is twerking. As you watch her bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you silently will Katrina to hike her uniform up just a couple of inches more. But of course, sadly, she does not do any such thing.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, and you finally get another little glimpse of her pink panties. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you are delighted to catch another, albeit brief, glimpse of her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you get both get a little more insight into each other’s worldviews.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left. “You win again, Mr Keating,” she says.

“We still have some time,” you point out, “and you have other buttons.”

“Cheeky bugger,” says Katrina rolling her eyes. “All right then – just one.” She unfastens her top button, which causes her uniform to gape a little more, though not enough to reveal anything.

You advance one of your own buttons, then say,

“And I’ll raise you one button.”

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She tuts with disapproval. “Having fun, are you?” she inquires, but she continues straightening your pillows while you massage her breasts. Finally she straightens up, and pushes your hands away. “That’s quite enough of that,” she says. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina struggles with the blinds for half a minute or so. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you a quick flash of her pink panties as you look up her dress. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you gradually work your body down the bed, so that your head gets lower and lower. Your eyes flit back and forth between Katrina’s left leg and her right, and you become increasingly excited as you see further and further up her uniform. Then, finally, you get your head low enough that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. But then the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you stare up her uniform, and manage to see even more of her pale pink panties. Not noticing your expression of pure joy, Katrina climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina struggles with the blinds, not noticing that you are slowly lifting up the hem of her uniform. As more and more of her thighs become exposed, your excitement mounts. But just as her pink panties are coming into view, she glances downward, and tuts disapprovingly. “Good grief, Mr Keating,” she admonishes you. “My uniform too long for your liking, is it?”

You reluctantly let go of her uniform, which falls back into place. “Just a bit,” you admit.

“Hmmph,” says Katrina, and she resumes working on the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you a quick flash of her pink panties as you look up her dress. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Making your life bearable – well it’s my raison d’etre, innit? Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “I don’t need any help from you in that department! Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina chuckles. “Nice try Mr Keating, but I’m not undoing any more buttons.” She puts her cards down. “I think we’ll stop there, okay?”

She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Well done Mr Keating,” she says. “You win again.”

“Another hand?” you ask hopefully.

She chuckles. “Sorry, but I’m not undoing any more buttons. I think we’ll stop there, okay?”

She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a brief look up her short dress, and you catch a glimpse of her pink panties. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too? A mix of classical and dance-pop?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays you a couple of her favourite songs ... and her sexy dance moves come very close to revealing her panties on several occasions, thanks to her having hiked up her uniform by several inches. She sees you staring, mesmerised, at her bared thighs, and giggles. “You prefer this length?” she asks.

You nod, grinning. “Yes!” you say. “Just cut a few inches off the bottom there...”

Katrina laughs. “I think I might get into trouble for that!” she says.

“Why don’t you ask Ian?” you suggest. “Might be worth a try.”

Katrina stops dancing as the song finishes. “It does sound like fun, Mr Keating – obviously I do have a naughty side – but I don’t think my colleagues and patients would take me seriously if I wore such a short dress. And I know you would take advantage of it, too.”

“Only as far as you allow me to,” you reply. “But as far as not being taken seriously ... you’re the backbone of this place and everyone knows it. And they all love you for it. Whose negative opinion are you afraid of?”

Katrina shrugs. “Maybe it’s my own,” she says. “I do take this job very seriously, as you know.”

“Would a sexier uniform cause you to provide lower-quality care?” you inquire.

Katrina chuckles. “You’re a crafty old bugger,” she remarks. “I suspect you’d say anything to get the result you want.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Katrina,” you tell her gravely. “Has anything I’ve said been untrue?”

“No,” she concedes. “But tell me this, then: why do you want me to wear a shorter uniform?”

“I want to see your panties,” you say candidly.

“I’m pretty sure you already have, Mr Keating,” she says with a slight smirk.

“True,” you admit. “More of your panties, then.”

Katrina sighs. “At least you’re honest about it,” she says. “A shorter hemline would be fun. Perhaps I’ll bring up the subject at this evening’s staff meeting.”

You smile happily. “Thank you.”

“Time to go,” she says. “See you later.”

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Making your life bearable – well it’s my raison d’etre, innit? Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

An hour or so later, Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “I don’t need any help from you in that department! Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

An hour or so later, Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She tuts with disapproval. “Having fun, are you?” she inquires, but she continues straightening your pillows while you massage her breasts. Finally she straightens up, and pushes your hands away. “That’s quite enough of that,” she says. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. Your bleary eyes widen as you realise she is showing more leg than usual. A lot more. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

“Fantastic!” you croak, before clearing your throat. “You look ... wow!”

“Is the articulate Mr Keating lost for words?” says Katrina with a grin.

You are, and she can hardly blame you. She has shortened her uniform quite dramatically. Her thighs are almost fully exposed, and when she gives you a slow twirl, you guess that her bottom is covered with no more than two inches to spare.

“I’m guessing your colleagues had no objections, then?” you inquire.

“Well I called Ian first,” she says, “and I told him I’d had a request from a patient to shorten my uniform, and that I didn’t mind doing so ... and I asked him if he had a problem with that. He said no, not at all, but he suggested I ask my colleagues for their thoughts on it. I said I was planning to do that anyway, and he said ‘Perfect!’“

“Great!” you say happily.

“Then we had our staff meeting,” continues Katrina, “and I said the same thing. Ken, of course, approved right away. Avril said she didn’t mind, personally, but she didn’t think I should be pandering to the sexual whims of my patients. God knows what she’d say if she knew I’ve been wanking you off.”

“Possibly best not to mention that,” you advise her. “But what was your response?”

“I told her I’d be doing it for myself as much as for the old men in here,” says Katrina. “God knows I work hard enough here – shouldn’t I be allowed to have a bit of fun while I’m at it? Well then Ruth jumps in and says I should wear whatever I want, if it makes me happy. She said ‘The last thing this place needs is for Katrina to be unhappy in her work!’“

“Very true,” you agree.

“Then they pretty much all came round,” says Katrina. “Even Scotty, who was probably the most against it. He thinks the female residents will be upset. But he eventually said I should wear what I like as long as Ian’s okay with it. Which he is. So anyway, at home last night I got out my sewing kit and got to work ... and this is the result.”

“It’s a beautiful job,” you compliment her. “It looks as if it was made that way.”

She smiles. “So you like it?”

“I love it!” you tell her.

“Good,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling reasonably good today, you reply,

“Not bad, thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

You manage to get the top button undone, and then, since Katrina has not yet noticed, you undo another. Hooking your index fingers into her neckline, you pull her uniform open, exposing much of her white bra.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and feels the tug of your fingers on her uniform. Glancing down, she sees the undone buttons, and purses her lips. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” she admonishes you, as she refastens the buttons.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“All right, Mr Keating, enough of that,” says Katrina as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“It’s good for your bowels though, innit?” says Katrina. “You haven’t complained about your tummy lately, have you?” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with such an expansive movement that you get a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today, dear?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“Wonderful – thank you Katie,” you reply. “You’re very kind to an old man.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Plantagenets.”

“Oliver Twist.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

utter a happy little sigh.

say, “Mmmm, nice panties.”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a nice look at her panties, which remain in view as a little pink triangle even with her legs crossed. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too? A mix of classical and dance-pop?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays you a couple of her favourite songs ... and her sexy dance moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she actually hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you laugh and clap appreciatively, making her giggle.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you grin as you get a better look at her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you get both get a little more insight into each other’s worldviews.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left. “You win again, Mr Keating,” she says.

“We still have some time,” you point out, “and you have other buttons.”

“Cheeky bugger,” says Katrina rolling her eyes. “All right then – just one.” She unfastens her top button, which causes her uniform to gape a little more, though not enough to reveal anything.

You advance one of your own buttons, then say,

“And I’ll raise you one button.”

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She tuts with disapproval. “Having fun, are you?” she inquires, but she continues straightening your pillows while you massage her breasts. Finally she straightens up, and pushes your hands away. “That’s quite enough of that,” she says. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina struggles with the blinds for half a minute or so, while you feast your eyes on the strip of pink cotton between her legs.

“Enjoying the view are you, Mr Keating?” Katrina inquires.

“Very much so!” you reply, your heart beating rapidly.

Finally, the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina chuckles. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the view.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “I don’t mind you looking,” she says, swatting your hand away. “No touching though, all right?”

You reluctantly remove your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Making your life bearable – well it’s my raison d’etre, innit? Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “I don’t need any help from you in that department! Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina chuckles. “Pushing your luck there, Mr Keating,” she says. But then she unfastens another button. “Go on then – I’ll call.”

“All right, let’s see what you’ve got,” you say.

Katrina lays down her hand, which contains three tens. “Read ‘em and weep!” she says.

“Oh,” you say, disappointed, laying down your two pairs.

Katrina refastens both of her buttons, and takes yours. For the rest of the game, she does quite well, and has six buttons in her pile when the time comes for her to excuse herself.

She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Well done Mr Keating,” she says. “You win again.”

“Another hand?” you ask hopefully.

She chuckles. “Sorry, but I’m not undoing any more buttons. I think we’ll stop there, okay?”

She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling reasonably good today, you reply,

“Not bad, thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

You manage to get the top button undone, and then, since Katrina has not yet noticed, you undo another. Hooking your index fingers into her neckline, you pull her uniform open, exposing much of her white bra.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and feels the tug of your fingers on her uniform. Glancing down, she sees the undone buttons, and purses her lips. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” she admonishes you, as she refastens the buttons.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“All right, Mr Keating, enough of that,” says Katrina as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“Ugh, I can’t stand All Bran.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“It’s good for your bowels though, innit?” says Katrina. “You haven’t complained about your tummy lately, have you?”

“If it’s so great, why don’t YOU eat it?” you ask peevishly.

Katrina chuckles. “I have been, actually,” she says. “And I’ve been taking your laxative, too.”

“You have?” you say in surprise. “Why?”

“I was a little ... you know ... constipated,” she replies, slightly uncomfortably. “And your cereal and pills seem to have done wonders for you, so I thought: why not?”

“And it worked?” you ask.

She nods. “Overdid it at first though, didn’t I?” She shudders.

“What happened?” you inquire curiously.

She blushes. “I ... had a bit of an accident,” she confesses. “In my undies.”

You...

shudder and say, “Ugh. You poor thing.”

smile and say, “Really? Wow!”

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with such an expansive movement that you get a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today, dear?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“Wonderful – thank you Katie,” you reply. “You’re very kind to an old man.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Plantagenets.”

“Oliver Twist.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

utter a happy little sigh.

say, “Mmmm, nice panties.”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a nice look at her panties, which remain in view as a little pink triangle even with her legs crossed. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too? A mix of classical and dance-pop?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays you a couple of her favourite songs ... and her sexy dance moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she actually hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you laugh and clap appreciatively, making her giggle.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you grin as you get a better look at her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you get both get a little more insight into each other’s worldviews.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left. “You win again, Mr Keating,” she says.

“We still have some time,” you point out, “and you have other buttons.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, which causes her uniform to gape a little more, though not enough to reveal anything.

You advance one of your own buttons, then say,

“And I’ll raise you one button.”

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She tuts with disapproval. “Having fun, are you?” she inquires, but she continues straightening your pillows while you massage her breasts. Finally she straightens up, and pushes your hands away. “That’s quite enough of that,” she says. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina struggles with the blinds for half a minute or so, while you feast your eyes on the strip of pink cotton between her legs.

“Enjoying the view are you, Mr Keating?” Katrina inquires.

“Very much so!” you reply, your heart beating rapidly.

Finally, the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina chuckles. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the view.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “I don’t mind you looking,” she says, swatting your hand away. “No touching though, all right?”

You reluctantly remove your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Making your life bearable – well it’s my raison d’etre, innit? Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “I don’t need any help from you in that department! Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina smirks. “All right,” she says, unfastening another button. “I’ll call.”

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” you say.

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Oh dear,” she says.

“You still have more buttons!” you remark playfully.

Katrina undoes a third button, her uniform now gaping significantly. You can see part of her right bra cup. “Play on!” she says.

But she goes no further, and the game is quickly over. She fastens her buttons, gets to her feet, and excuses herself.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Well done Mr Keating,” she says. “You win again.”

“Another hand?” you ask hopefully.

She chuckles. “Perhaps just one more,” she says, and she undoes another button while you deal. This hand, however, she happens to win, and she is fully buttoned-up by the time she excuses herself.

She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina shrugs. “I was at home, so it wasn’t a big deal. Learned my lesson though!”

She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina frowns. “You think that’s funny?”

“I’m sorry,” you apologise immediately. “It’s just ... I have to confess I find the thought of you having an accident rather ... exciting...”

She stares at you. “You do?” she asks uncertainly.

“Sorry,” you say. “It’s an odd fetish, I know.”

“No, it’s okay,” says Katrina. She bites her lip, and says nothing for a moment. Then she blurts out, “The weird thing is ... I sort of enjoyed it.”

“You did?” you say, astonished. “Wow – that’s great! Was it the way it felt, or just the idea of it...?”

Katrina grins sheepishly. “A bit of both, innit?” she says. “Once I got over the shock of it, it seemed quite ... naughty!”

“How wonderful!” you say, delighted. “Do you think you’ll do it again ... on purpose?”

Katrina looks down at the floor, embarrassed. “Actually ... I have. In fact, I’ve been doing it in my panties every day since that first time. I mean, I’m all alone in me flat, so it’s not like I’m bothering anyone.”

“That’s fantastic!” you say, by now fully erect beneath the covers.

“Yes, well, that’s as may be,” says Katrina, looking suddenly guilty. “We probably shouldn’t be talking about it. I do appreciate you not being appalled by it though.”

She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling reasonably good today, you reply,

“Not bad, thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously begin undoing her buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously begin undoing her buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

With practised ease, you undo first the top button, then the second, then the third, all without Katrina noticing. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you...

grab hold of her bra-clad breasts.

try to unfasten her bra.

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“All right, Mr Keating, enough of that,” says Katrina as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“What a depressing sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, Mr Keating!” says Katrina brightly. “You’ve got me to look at, haven’t you?”

“Very true,” you say with a quiet chuckle, as you look her up and down.

She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with such an expansive movement that you get a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today, dear?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“Wonderful – thank you Katie,” you reply. “You’re very kind to an old man.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Plantagenets.”

“Oliver Twist.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

utter a happy little sigh.

say, “Mmmm, nice panties.”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a nice look at her panties, which remain in view as a little pink triangle even with her legs crossed. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too? A mix of classical and dance-pop?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays you a couple of her favourite songs ... and her sexy dance moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she actually hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you laugh and clap appreciatively, making her giggle.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you grin as you get a better look at her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you get both get a little more insight into each other’s worldviews.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left. “You win again, Mr Keating,” she says.

“We still have some time,” you point out, “and you have other buttons.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, which causes her uniform to gape a little more, though not enough to reveal anything.

You advance one of your own buttons, then say,

“And I’ll raise you one button.”

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She tuts with disapproval. “Having fun, are you?” she inquires, but she continues straightening your pillows while you massage her breasts. Finally she straightens up, and pushes your hands away. “That’s quite enough of that,” she says. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina struggles with the blinds for half a minute or so, while you feast your eyes on the strip of pink cotton between her legs.

“Enjoying the view are you, Mr Keating?” Katrina inquires.

“Very much so!” you reply, your heart beating rapidly.

Finally, the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina chuckles. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the view.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “I don’t mind you looking,” she says, swatting your hand away. “No touching though, all right?”

You reluctantly remove your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Making your life bearable – well it’s my raison d’etre, innit? Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “I don’t need any help from you in that department! Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina smirks. “All right,” she says, unfastening another button. “I’ll call.”

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” you say.

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Oh dear,” she says.

“You still have more buttons!” you remark playfully.

Katrina undoes a third button, her uniform now gaping significantly. You can see part of her right bra cup. “Play on!” she says.

But she goes no further, and the game is quickly over. She fastens her buttons, gets to her feet, and excuses herself.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Well done Mr Keating,” she says. “You win again.”

“Another hand?” you ask hopefully.

She chuckles. “Perhaps just one more,” she says, and she undoes another button while you deal. This hand, however, she happens to win, and she is fully buttoned-up by the time she excuses herself.

She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers grasp Katrina’s breasts through the soft, wire-supported material of her bra, and she gasps.

“Good grief, Mr Keating!” she exclaims sternly, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “You do take some liberties!”

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“What a depressing sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina’s bra is not much more than a blur at this short distance, but you can easily enough find the midpoint between its two cups. You have no idea whether her bra is front- or rear-fastening, and you are aware that this is something of a long shot, since most bras fasten at the back.

You are delighted, therefore, to find a clasp between your fingers. You fumble to get it undone, and then, wonderfully, it pops open. You slide your hands sideways, beneath the loose bra cups, and take hold of Katrina’s bare breasts. They feel amazing – warm, soft, squeezable...

But it is over in a fraction of a second. “Mr Keating!” Katrina gasps, straightening up and clutching her uniform closed. “You naughty man!”

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin. “I just couldn’t resist.”

“You’ve got some nimble fingers on you, I’ll give you that!” she says in an exasperated tone. “But good grief – I can’t believe you got my bra undone and everything!”

“I was highly motivated,” you admit. “I’ve been wanting to feel those luscious breasts of yours for years.”

“Well it’s something to cross off your bucket list, then,” says Katrina, refastening her bra. “But you could have asked, instead of just taking!”

“Would you have let me, if I had asked?” you inquire.

“Of course not,” she replies briskly. She fastens the last of her uniform’s buttons.

You chuckle, and nod. “Well at least I can die happy,” you say. “Your breasts are truly amazing.”

Katrina smirks. “Thank you, Mr Keating,” she says, “but flattery will get you nowhere.”

“Pity,” you mutter.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” says Katrina, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“What a depressing sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling reasonably good today, you reply,

“Not bad, thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

You manage to get the top button undone, and then, since Katrina has not yet noticed, you undo another. Hooking your index fingers into her neckline, you pull her uniform open, exposing much of her white bra.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and feels the tug of your fingers on her uniform. Glancing down, she sees the undone buttons, and purses her lips. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” she admonishes you, as she refastens the buttons.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“What a depressing sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“All right, Mr Keating, enough of that,” says Katrina as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“What a depressing sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, Mr Keating!” says Katrina brightly. “You’ve got me to look at, haven’t you?”

“Very true,” you say with a quiet chuckle, as you look her up and down.

She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with such an expansive movement that you get a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today, dear?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“Wonderful – thank you Katie,” you reply. “You’re very kind to an old man.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Plantagenets.”

“Oliver Twist.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

utter a happy little sigh.

say, “Mmmm, nice panties.”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a nice look at her panties, which remain in view as a little pink triangle even with her legs crossed. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Panty-pooping.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too? A mix of classical and dance-pop?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays you a couple of her favourite songs ... and her sexy dance moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she actually hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you laugh and clap appreciatively, making her giggle.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you grin as you get a better look at her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina purses her lips. “I’m not sure that’s an appropriate topic,” she says uncomfortably.

“If you’d rather not, that’s fine,” you say. “I just thought ... well ... who else can you talk to about it?”

“Nobody,” she admits. “All right then. Last night I did a nice big poo in my panties after dinner. It felt lovely. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Yes,” you say happily. “And what did you do then? Just empty out your panties into the loo?”

Katrina shakes her head. “No, I watched TV for a bit, lying on my side. I just loved the feel of the poo against my bottom, and I didn’t want to get rid of it straightaway. Then I climbed into my bath, in just my panties ... and ... I sat down in it.” She blushes.

“Good for you!” you commend her. “Did that feel nice?”

She shivers, and grins. “Oh my God, yes!” she says. “The way it squished against me ... front and back, if you know what I mean ... well, it was just heavenly! Of course, then I had to have a little play with myself...”

“Oh, how wonderful!” you say.

As Katrina continues to chat with you about her new fetish, she seems to grow more and more comfortable doing so. Eventually she says, “Looks like we’re out of time ... but thank you for suggesting we talk about this! You’re a good listener, and it’s nice to have someone I can talk to about it.”

“It was my pleasure,” you say with a smile.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left. “You win again, Mr Keating,” she says.

“We still have some time,” you point out, “and you have other buttons.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, which causes her uniform to gape a little more, though not enough to reveal anything.

You advance one of your own buttons, then say,

“And I’ll raise you one button.”

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She tuts with disapproval. “Having fun, are you?” she inquires, but she continues straightening your pillows while you massage her breasts. Finally she straightens up, and pushes your hands away. “That’s quite enough of that,” she says. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina struggles with the blinds for half a minute or so, while you feast your eyes on the strip of pink cotton between her legs.

“Enjoying the view are you, Mr Keating?” Katrina inquires.

“Very much so!” you reply, your heart beating rapidly.

Finally, the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina chuckles. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the view.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “I don’t mind you looking,” she says, swatting your hand away. “No touching though, all right?”

You reluctantly remove your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Making your life bearable – well it’s my raison d’etre, innit? Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “I don’t need any help from you in that department! Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina smirks. “All right,” she says, unfastening another button. “I’ll call.”

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” you say.

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Oh dear,” she says.

“You still have more buttons!” you remark playfully.

Katrina undoes a third button, her uniform now gaping significantly. You can see part of her right bra cup. “Play on!” she says.

But she goes no further, and the game is quickly over. She fastens her buttons, gets to her feet, and excuses herself.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Well done Mr Keating,” she says. “You win again.”

“Another hand?” you ask hopefully.

She chuckles. “Perhaps just one more,” she says, and she undoes another button while you deal. This hand, however, she happens to win, and she is fully buttoned-up by the time she excuses herself.

She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling reasonably good today, you reply,

“Not bad, thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously begin undoing her buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously begin undoing her buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

With practised ease, you undo first the top button, then the second, then the third, all without Katrina noticing. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you...

grab hold of her bra-clad breasts.

try to unfasten her bra.

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“All right, Mr Keating, enough of that,” says Katrina as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“What a depressing sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, Mr Keating!” says Katrina brightly. “You’ve got me to look at, haven’t you?”

“Very true,” you say with a quiet chuckle, as you look her up and down.

She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with such an expansive movement that you get a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today, dear?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“Wonderful – thank you Katie,” you reply. “You’re very kind to an old man.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Plantagenets.”

“Oliver Twist.”

“MacBeth.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

utter a happy little sigh.

say, “Mmmm, nice panties.”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a nice look at her panties, which remain in view as a little pink triangle even with her legs crossed. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too? A mix of classical and dance-pop?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays you a couple of her favourite songs ... and her sexy dance moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she actually hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you laugh and clap appreciatively, making her giggle.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you grin as you get a better look at her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, and you get both get a little more insight into each other’s worldviews.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left. “You win again, Mr Keating,” she says.

“We still have some time,” you point out, “and you have other buttons.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, which causes her uniform to gape a little more, though not enough to reveal anything.

You advance one of your own buttons, then say,

“And I’ll raise you one button.”

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises an eyebrow. “Trying to sneak a peek, were you?” she inquires. “Well I suppose I should be grateful you didn’t go for the grope this time.”

Your grin fades. “I’m sorry, Katrina,” you apologise. “I do take advantage, don’t I? I know I shouldn’t. It’s just...” Your conscience tweaked, you find your eyes beginning to water.

But Katrina shakes her head. “Mr Keating, don’t fret about it, honestly,” she says. “If I minded it all that much, I could easily take steps to stop you doing it. But I don’t mind – mainly because I know I’m just about your whole world these days.”

“You are,” you admit, nodding.

“You’re stuck there, in bed, day after day after day, totally dependent ... I can’t even imagine how desperate you must feel sometimes. Yes, that’s not an excuse for you to grope your nurse, but if doing that gives you a little happiness, then I can handle it. It doesn’t cost me anything, after all.”

“That’s ... so sweet of you!” you say, surprised.

Katrina smiles, and unfastens the top three buttons of her uniform. Pulling it open, she leans forward, her bra-clad breasts looming over you. “Go on,” she says. “Have a little play – with my permission, this time.”

Eagerly, you grasp her breasts through her bra, and squeeze and caress them enthusiastically. Katrina chuckles, then she pulls away. “All right, that’ll do,” she says, doing her buttons back up. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She tuts with disapproval. “Having fun, are you?” she inquires, but she continues straightening your pillows while you massage her breasts. Finally she straightens up, and pushes your hands away. “That’s quite enough of that,” she says. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina struggles with the blinds for half a minute or so, while you feast your eyes on the strip of pink cotton between her legs.

“Enjoying the view are you, Mr Keating?” Katrina inquires.

“Very much so!” you reply, your heart beating rapidly.

Finally, the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina chuckles. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the view.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “I don’t mind you looking,” she says, swatting your hand away. “No touching though, all right?”

You reluctantly remove your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Making your life bearable – well it’s my raison d’etre, innit? Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “I don’t need any help from you in that department! Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina smirks. “All right,” she says, unfastening another button. “I’ll call.”

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” you say.

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Oh dear,” she says.

“You still have more buttons!” you remark playfully.

Katrina undoes a third button, her uniform now gaping significantly. You can see part of her right bra cup. “Play on!” she says.

But she goes no further, and the game is quickly over. She fastens her buttons, gets to her feet, and excuses herself.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Well done Mr Keating,” she says. “You win again.”

“Another hand?” you ask hopefully.

She chuckles. “Perhaps just one more,” she says, and she undoes another button while you deal. This hand, however, she happens to win, and she is fully buttoned-up by the time she excuses herself.

She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia. You manage to keep yourself under control, however.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited as you hope for another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

“Oh Mr Keating...” sighs Katrina, as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. To your delight, she once again does not stop; making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Oh Katrina, thank you, thank you!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina quietly, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers grasp Katrina’s breasts through the soft, wire-supported material of her bra, and she gasps.

“Good grief, Mr Keating!” she exclaims sternly, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “You do take some liberties!”

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“What a depressing sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina’s bra is not much more than a blur at this short distance, but you can easily enough find the midpoint between its two cups. Hoping it is another front-fastener, you feel for a clasp, and are delighted to find one.

You manage to pop it open, then you slide your hands sideways, beneath the loose bra cups, and take hold of Katrina’s bare breasts. They feel amazing – warm, soft, squeezable...

But it is over in a fraction of a second. “Good grief, Mr Keating!” Katrina gasps, straightening up and clutching her uniform closed. “I can’t believe you did that again!”

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin. “I just couldn’t resist.”

She rolls her eyes as she refastens her bra. “What am I going to do with you?” she sighs. Then she buttons up her uniform. “Such a naughty man...”

“I am,” you admit candidly.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” says Katrina, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“What a depressing sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling reasonably good today, you reply,

“Not bad, thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

You manage to get the top button undone, and then, since Katrina has not yet noticed, you undo another. Hooking your index fingers into her neckline, you pull her uniform open, exposing much of her white bra.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and feels the tug of your fingers on her uniform. Glancing down, she sees the undone buttons, and purses her lips. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” she admonishes you, as she refastens the buttons.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“What a depressing sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“All right, Mr Keating, enough of that,” says Katrina as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“What a depressing sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, Mr Keating!” says Katrina brightly. “You’ve got me to look at, haven’t you?”

“Very true,” you say with a quiet chuckle, as you look her up and down.

She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with such an expansive movement that you get a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today, dear?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“Wonderful – thank you Katie,” you reply. “You’re very kind to an old man.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Plantagenets.”

“Oliver Twist.”

“A Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

utter a happy little sigh.

say, “Mmmm, nice panties.”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a nice look at her panties, which remain in view as a little pink triangle even with her legs crossed. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Panty-pooping.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too? A mix of classical and dance-pop?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays you a couple of her favourite songs ... and her sexy dance moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she actually hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you laugh and clap appreciatively, making her giggle.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you grin as you get a better look at her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right,” she says.

She chats with you for a while about her new fetish; she seems to have grown quite comfortable doing so. After about half an hour, however, she excuses herself.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left. “You win again, Mr Keating,” she says.

“We still have some time,” you point out, “and you have other buttons.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, which causes her uniform to gape a little more, though not enough to reveal anything.

You advance one of your own buttons, then say,

“And I’ll raise you one button.”

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She tuts with disapproval. “Having fun, are you?” she inquires, but she continues straightening your pillows while you massage her breasts. Finally she straightens up, and pushes your hands away. “That’s quite enough of that,” she says. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina struggles with the blinds for half a minute or so, while you feast your eyes on the strip of pink cotton between her legs.

“Enjoying the view are you, Mr Keating?” Katrina inquires.

“Very much so!” you reply, your heart beating rapidly.

Finally, the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina chuckles. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the view.”

“I am,” you say. “Though it would be even nicer if those pretty panties were filling up with poo...”

Katrina gasps. “Mr Keating!” she says. “What a suggestion!”

You say nothing, but you cannot help noticing that she has paused thoughtfully. Eventually she says, “Would you really like to watch me do that?”

“Absolutely!” you reply. “That would be amazing!”

Katrina chuckles. “Yes, well I don’t think I’m quite brave enough to do it with an audience. But it’s an interesting thought, I must say.” She shrugs, and returns to the task at hand.

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “I don’t mind you looking,” she says, swatting your hand away. “No touching though, all right?”

You reluctantly remove your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Making your life bearable – well it’s my raison d’etre, innit? Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “I don’t need any help from you in that department! Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina smirks. “All right,” she says, unfastening another button. “I’ll call.”

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” you say.

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Oh dear,” she says.

“You still have more buttons!” you remark playfully.

Katrina undoes a third button, her uniform now gaping significantly. You can see part of her right bra cup. “Play on!” she says.

But she goes no further, and the game is quickly over. She fastens her buttons, gets to her feet, and excuses herself.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Well done Mr Keating,” she says. “You win again.”

“Another hand?” you ask hopefully.

She chuckles. “Perhaps just one more,” she says, and she undoes another button while you deal. This hand, however, she happens to win, and she is fully buttoned-up by the time she excuses herself.

She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling reasonably good today, you reply,

“Not bad, thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously begin undoing her buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously begin undoing her buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

With practised ease, you undo first the top button, then the second, then the third, all without Katrina noticing. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you...

grab hold of her bra-clad breasts.

try to unfasten her bra.

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“All right, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a chuckle as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“What a depressing sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, Mr Keating!” says Katrina brightly. “You’ve got me to look at, haven’t you?”

“Very true,” you say with a quiet chuckle, as you look her up and down.

She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with such an expansive movement that you get a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today, dear?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“Wonderful – thank you Katie,” you reply. “You’re very kind to an old man.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Plantagenets.”

“Oliver Twist.”

“Julius Caesar.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

utter a happy little sigh.

say, “Mmmm, nice panties.”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a nice look at her panties, which remain in view as a little pink triangle even with her legs crossed. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too? A mix of classical and dance-pop?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays you a couple of her favourite songs ... and her sexy dance moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she actually hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you laugh and clap appreciatively, making her giggle.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you grin as you get a better look at her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina seems quite happy to discuss philosophy, though when the topic of beliefs comes up, the conversation takes an unexpected turn.

“So, my brother, right,” says Katrina, “he’s into all this conspiracy theory stuff, in’t he? Even thinks the Earth is flat.”

“I’m sorry?” you say, startled.

“Oh yeah!” says Katrina, nodding. “There’s a whole online community of Flat-Earthers. They have all these memes and arguments which they say prove the Earth is flat, and if you try to argue with them they just call you a sheeple and tell you to think for yourself. I don’t know what to say to Terry – I’ve tried arguing with him but he seems to have an answer for everything.”

“How extraordinary!” you remark. “I had no idea anyone still seriously believes the Earth is flat.”

“Can you suggest how I can persuade him he’s wrong?” asks Katrina. “You’re the cleverest man I know – I’m sure you can come up with something.”

“Well thank you,” you say, flattered. “But without knowing details of his arguments, I’m not sure how to go about refuting them. What does he say about photos of the Earth from space?”

“All faked,” says Katrina.

“How does he explain the fact that the sun is overhead in New Zealand when it’s midnight here?” you inquire.

“I dunno,” she replies. “Probably denies that that’s the case.”

“Okay,” you say. “So have him get in touch with a Flat-Earther from New Zealand. Tell him to call the chap at midnight, and ask where the sun is for him.”

Katrina grins. “Okay!” she says. “I’ll do that. Thanks Mr Keating – I knew you wouldn’t let me down. God – I can’t get over how sharp you are, considering you’re nearly a hundred. If you were sixty years younger...”

You chuckle. “Thank you, that’s nice to hear,” you say. “But I rather think you value kindness in a man, rather than cleverness.”

“I do,” agrees Katrina. “But you’re both clever and kind, Mr Keating. I haven’t forgotten how you used to visit Mrs Bostrom every day before she died, even though she was a cantankerous so-and-so.”

“She was terribly afraid of dying, poor thing,” you recall. “She did have a softer side, though she rarely let it show.”

Katrina nods. “My point is, you have a lot of fine qualities,” she says. “That’s why I enjoy spending time with you, and why I’m happy to wank you off each day, and let you look at my undies.”

“Kindnesses for which I am eternally grateful,” you tell her fervently.

She smiles. “Well,” she says, “I’d best be off.”

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left.

“I suppose you’ll have to use the buttons on your uniform now,” you suggest cheekily.

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, and the game continues. It is not long before all of her buttons are undone, and you can see part of her bra and panties, even though she is trying to keep her uniform closed.

“You win,” she says.

You reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose...

the uniform comes off.”

you have to shorten your uniform a bit more.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in undoing three of her buttons. Katrina, noticing what you are doing, chuckles and says, “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and have a feel.”

Encouraged, you...

caress her breasts through her bra.

slide your hands into the cups of her bra.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

“You too,” you reply, smiling happily.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You place your hands on the cups of Katrina’s bra, and happily stroke them while she finishes straightening your pillows. You cannot help noticing that she is taking her time about it. Eventually, though, she stands up, and gently pushes your hands away. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, fastening her buttons. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You slip your hands inside the cups of Katrina’s bra and grasp her soft breasts, gently tweaking her nipples between your fingers. She gasps, and straightens up, pulling your hands out of her bra. “Goodness, Mr Keating!” she says in exasperation. “I give you an inch, and you take a mile!” She buttons up her uniform, and adds, “Goodnight!”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina struggles with the blinds for half a minute or so, while you feast your eyes on the strip of pink cotton between her legs.

“Enjoying the view are you, Mr Keating?” Katrina inquires.

“Very much so!” you reply, your heart beating rapidly.

Finally, the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina chuckles. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the view.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says, swatting your hand away. “That’s enough of that.”

You reluctantly lower your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Making your life bearable – well it’s my raison d’etre, innit? Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “I don’t need any help from you in that department! Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Nice try!” she says, doing her buttons back up. “But no. Game over, Mr Keating.” She gets to her feet and excuses herself.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “I’d scandalise the neighbourhood if I shortened it any more!” she says, doing her buttons back up. “Sorry, but the game’s over.” She gets to her feet and excuses herself.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers grasp Katrina’s breasts through the soft, wire-supported material of her bra, and she chuckles.

“Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you reply, happily kneading her soft flesh.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “You really are incorrigible!” She smiles at you affectionately.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“What a depressing sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina’s bra is not much more than a blur at this short distance, but you can easily enough find the midpoint between its two cups. Hoping it is another front-fastener, you feel for a clasp, and are delighted to find one.

You manage to pop it open, then you slide your hands sideways, beneath the loose bra cups, and take hold of Katrina’s bare breasts. They feel amazing – warm, soft, squeezable...

“Mr Keating, really!” Katrina exclaims, straightening up and refastening her bra. “Stay outside my bra, please!”

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes as she refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“What a depressing sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling reasonably good today, you reply,

“Not bad, thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top button.

bury your face between her breasts.

You manage to get the top button undone, and then, since Katrina has not yet noticed, you undo another. Hooking your index fingers into her neckline, you pull her uniform open, exposing much of her white bra.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and feels the tug of your fingers on her uniform. Glancing down, she sees the undone buttons, and purses her lips. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” she admonishes you, as she refastens the buttons.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“What a depressing sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“All right, Mr Keating, enough of that,” says Katrina as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“What a depressing sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, Mr Keating!” says Katrina brightly. “You’ve got me to look at, haven’t you?”

“Very true,” you say with a quiet chuckle, as you look her up and down.

She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with such an expansive movement that you get a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today, dear?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“Wonderful – thank you Katie,” you reply. “You’re very kind to an old man.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Plantagenets.”

“Oliver Twist.”

“A Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

say, “Mmmm, nice panties.”

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a nice look at her panties, which remain in view as a little pink triangle even with her legs crossed. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Panty-pooping.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too? A mix of classical and dance-pop?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays you a couple of her favourite songs ... and her sexy dance moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she actually hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you laugh and clap appreciatively, making her giggle.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you grin as you get a better look at her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right,” she says.

She chats with you for a while about her new fetish; she seems to have grown quite comfortable doing so. After about half an hour, however, she excuses herself.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left. “You win again, Mr Keating,” she says.

“We still have some time,” you point out, “and you have other buttons.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, which causes her uniform to gape a little more, though not enough to reveal anything.

You advance one of your own buttons, then say,

“And I’ll raise you one button.”

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating. Big day tomorrow, innit?”

“I suppose so,” you say with a chuckle.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She tuts with disapproval. “Having fun, are you?” she inquires, but she continues straightening your pillows while you massage her breasts. Finally she straightens up, and pushes your hands away. “That’s quite enough of that,” she says. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina chuckles. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the view.”

Finally, the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina shivers. “Mr Keating!” she says in a low voice. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “I don’t mind you looking,” she says, swatting your hand away. “No touching though, all right?”

You reluctantly remove your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Making your life bearable – well it’s my raison d’etre, innit? Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “I don’t need any help from you in that department! Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina smirks. “All right,” she says, unfastening another button. “I’ll call.”

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” you say.

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Oh dear,” she says.

“You still have more buttons!” you remark playfully.

Katrina undoes a third button, her uniform now gaping significantly. You can see part of her right bra cup. “Play on!” she says.

But she goes no further, and the game is quickly over. She fastens her buttons, gets to her feet, and excuses herself.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Well done Mr Keating,” she says. “You win again.”

“Another hand?” you ask hopefully.

She chuckles. “Perhaps just one more,” she says, and she undoes another button while you deal. This hand, however, she happens to win, and she is fully buttoned-up by the time she excuses herself.

She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are we feeling today?”

Feeling reasonably good today, you reply,

“Not bad, thanks.”

“Happy to see my favourite nurse.”

“Good,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously begin undoing her buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

“Awww, that’s nice to hear,” says Katrina with a smile, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously begin undoing her buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

With practised ease, you undo first the top button, then the second, then the third, all without Katrina noticing. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you...

grab hold of her bra-clad breasts.

try to unfasten her bra.

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“All right, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a chuckle as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“What a depressing sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, Mr Keating!” says Katrina brightly. “You’ve got me to look at, haven’t you?”

“Very true,” you say with a quiet chuckle, as you look her up and down.

She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

“You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a smile. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. As usual co-host Katie Willis is wearing a miniskirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our nonagenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!” With a time lag of about two seconds, you hear the same thing on the television.

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with such an expansive movement that you get a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today, dear?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“Wonderful – thank you Katie,” you reply. “You’re very kind to an old man.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. You’ve got your TV, you’ve got your paper – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and turn your attention to the newspaper. None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Plantagenets.”

“Oliver Twist.”

“Julius Caesar.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

utter a happy little sigh.

say, “Mmmm, nice panties.”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a nice look at her panties, which remain in view as a little pink triangle even with her legs crossed. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too? A mix of classical and dance-pop?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays you a couple of her favourite songs ... and her sexy dance moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she actually hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you laugh and clap appreciatively, making her giggle.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you grin as you get a better look at her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina seems quite happy to chat about philosophy, and the two of you have an interesting and wide-ranging discussion.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left.

“I suppose you’ll have to use the buttons on your uniform now,” you suggest cheekily.

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, and the game continues. It is not long before all of her buttons are undone, and you can see part of her bra and panties, even though she is trying to keep her uniform closed.

“You win,” she says.

You reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose...

the uniform comes off.”

you have to shorten your uniform a bit more.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in undoing three of her buttons. Katrina, noticing what you are doing, chuckles and says, “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and have a feel.”

Encouraged, you...

caress her breasts through her bra.

slide your hands into the cups of her bra.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating. Big day tomorrow, innit?”

“Yes, I suppose so,” you reply with a chuckle.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You place your hands on the cups of Katrina’s bra, and happily stroke them while she finishes straightening your pillows. You cannot help noticing that she is taking her time about it. Eventually, though, she stands up, and gently pushes your hands away. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, fastening her buttons. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You slip your hands inside the cups of Katrina’s bra and grasp her soft breasts, gently tweaking her nipples between your fingers. She gasps, and straightens up, pulling your hands out of her bra. “Goodness, Mr Keating!” she says in exasperation. “I give you an inch, and you take a mile!” She buttons up her uniform, and adds, “Goodnight!”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina struggles with the blinds for half a minute or so, while you feast your eyes on the strip of pink cotton between her legs.

“Enjoying the view are you, Mr Keating?” Katrina inquires.

“Very much so!” you reply, your heart beating rapidly.

Finally, the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina chuckles. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the view.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says, swatting your hand away. “That’s enough of that.”

You reluctantly lower your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Making your life bearable – well it’s my raison d’etre, innit? Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “I don’t need any help from you in that department! Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Nice try!” she says, doing her buttons back up. “But no. Game over, Mr Keating.” She gets to her feet and excuses herself.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “I’d scandalise the neighbourhood if I shortened it any more!” she says, doing her buttons back up. “Sorry, but the game’s over.” She gets to her feet and excuses herself.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. At four o’clock, Katrina awakens you with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers grasp Katrina’s breasts through the soft, wire-supported material of her bra, and she chuckles.

“Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you reply, happily kneading her soft flesh.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “You really are incorrigible!” She smiles at you affectionately.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“What a depressing sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina’s bra is not much more than a blur at this short distance, but you can easily enough find the midpoint between its two cups. Hoping it is another front-fastener, you feel for a clasp, and are delighted to find one.

You manage to pop it open, then you slide your hands sideways, beneath the loose bra cups, and take hold of Katrina’s bare breasts. They feel amazing – warm, soft, squeezable...

“Mr Keating, really!” Katrina exclaims, straightening up and refastening her bra. “Stay outside my bra, please!”

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes as she refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You look at the unappetising bowl of All Bran, cold toast and marmalade, and little bowl of fruit. Grimacing, you say,

“What a depressing sight.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “And many happy returns of the day! How does it feel to be a hundred?”

A hundred years old. You have been alive for an entire century. You sigh, and reply,

“Just like being ninety-nine, only a bit worse.”

“It’s better than the alternative, I suppose.”

“Well, let’s just see what today brings, shall we?” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top three buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

Katrina laughs. “Yes indeed!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top three buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

You quickly unfasten the top three buttons, then you hook your index fingers into her neckline and pull her uniform open, exposing much of her white bra.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and feels the tug of your fingers on her uniform. Glancing down, she sees the undone buttons, and smirks. “Well, I suppose I won’t begrudge you the view on your hundredth birthday,” she says, and she steps back, holding her uniform wide open while you stare in delight at her bra-clad breasts.

“Thank you!” you say.

“You’re welcome,” she says, as she refastens her buttons. “Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare in surprise at a delicious-looking fried breakfast. The smell of bacon fills your nostrils. Smiling, you say,

“I should turn a hundred more often!”

“This is wonderful! Thank you Katrina!”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“All right, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a chuckle. She finishes adjusting your pillows, then straightens up. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare in surprise at a delicious-looking fried breakfast. The smell of bacon fills your nostrils. Smiling, you say,

“I should turn a hundred more often!”

“This is wonderful! Thank you Katrina!”

Katrina laughs. “Well it’s all terribly bad for you,” she says, “but one fry-up won’t kill you.”

“I don’t even care if it does!” you tell her, as you carve off a piece of fried egg.

Katrina picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing the shortest skirt you have ever seen her in. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You are very welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. “It’s all terribly bad for you, of course, but one fry-up won’t kill you.”

“I don’t even care if it does!” you tell her, as you carve off a piece of fried egg.

Katrina picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing the shortest skirt you have ever seen her in. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Unfortunately, your viewing is interrupted by a phone call. You pick up the handset, hold it up to your ear, and say, “Hello?”

“Is this Charlie Keating?” asks a female voice.

“Yes, that’s me,” you reply.

“Oh good,” says the woman. “I’m calling from The Morning Show. Martin and Katie would like a quick chat with you – is that okay?”

“Oh!” you say in surprise. “Certainly!”

“Excellent,” she says. “Please hold for a moment.”

You wait, while on your television you hear Martin say, “This is also rather a special day for one of our regular viewers and callers – and I believe we have him on the phone. Good morning Charlie!”

You hear the same words in your ear, and you reply, “Good morning!”

“Hi Charlie!” says Katie. “Happy Birthday!” As she says this, she uncrosses her legs. Despite the fact that her knees are together, her skirt is so short that you now have a lovely view of her white panties, brightly illuminated by the studio lights.

“I believe you’re one hundred years young today, Charlie, isn’t that right?”

“That’s right,” you reply. “Thank you for remembering!”

“Well, we have a little gift for you,” says Katie. “I believe your nurse, Katrina, is holding on to it.”

As if on queue, Katrina enters the room, holding a parcel wrapped in blue paper. She smiles and hands it to you, then she winks, and leaves the room.

“She just gave it to me,” you say. “She must have been watching in another room, I suppose.” You begin unwrapping the present.

“We did have reservations about getting you a piece of modern technology,” says Martin, “but I think you’ll find it very easy to use.”

“Katrina told us she’d be happy to show you how to use it,” adds Katie.

It is an iPad. “Oh!” you say in surprise. “Um, thank you!” You can’t help wondering what they expect you to use it for. “It’s very nice.”

Katie laughs. “You’ll learn to appreciate it, Charlie, I promise.” Then she briefly spreads her thighs wide before crossing her legs, giving you an eye-poppingly good look at her panties in the process.

They continue to chat with you for a few more minutes, and then they say goodbye, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, then says, “Ah, hello Charlie – we were hoping you would call. Can you hold on a moment please?”

“Of course,” you reply.

You wait, while on your television you hear Martin say, “This is also rather a special day for one of our regular viewers and callers – and I believe we have him on the phone. Good morning Charlie!”

You hear the same words in your ear, and you reply, “Good morning!”

“Hi Charlie!” says Katie. “Happy Birthday!” As she says this, she uncrosses her legs. Despite the fact that her knees are together, her skirt is so short that you now have a lovely view of her white panties, brightly illuminated by the studio lights.

“I believe you’re one hundred years young today, Charlie, isn’t that right?”

“That’s right,” you reply. “Thank you for remembering!”

“Well, we have a little gift for you,” says Katie. “I believe your nurse, Katrina, is holding on to it.”

As if on queue, Katrina enters the room, holding a parcel wrapped in blue paper. She smiles and hands it to you, then she winks, and leaves the room.

“She just gave it to me,” you say. “She must have been watching in another room, I suppose.” You begin unwrapping the present.

“We did have reservations about getting you a piece of modern technology,” says Martin, “but I think you’ll find it very easy to use.”

“Katrina told us she’d be happy to show you how to use it,” adds Katie.

It is an iPad. “Oh!” you say in surprise. “Um, thank you!” You can’t help wondering what they expect you to use it for. “It’s very nice.”

Katie laughs. “You’ll learn to appreciate it, Charlie, I promise.” Then she briefly spreads her thighs wide before crossing her legs, giving you an eye-poppingly good look at her panties in the process.

“Wow,” you say. “Thank you again.”

They continue to chat with you for a few more minutes, and then they say goodbye, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. Now, shall I show you how to use your new present?”

“Yes please,” you say, “though I may be too old a dog for such new tricks.”

“I think you’ll surprise yourself,” says Katrina with a smile. “Here, let’s take a look. Here’s how you switch it on...”

She gives you a quick tutorial, and you are surprised by how easy and intuitive the touch screen and apps prove to be. You particularly enjoy experimenting with the camera, and you take a couple of photos of Katrina while she poses and smiles. Then she shows you how to find the photos you just took.

To your surprise, there is a video in the folder. “Looks like a message from Martin and Katie,” says Katrina. “Shall we watch it?” You nod, and she taps the video to pull it up, then taps it again to play it.

“Hi Charlie!” says Katie, waving at the camera. She is sitting cross-legged on the studio’s sofa, with her feet tucked up beneath her knees, and her panties in full view. Your eyes widen, and you nervously wonder what Katrina thinks about this.

“I hope you have a wonderful hundredth birthday!” says Katie sunnily. “Best wishes from me and all the crew here.” She waves and smiles prettily ... and then the video ends.

“Hmm,” says Katrina. “Generous, isn’t she?”

“She is,” you admit. “Oh dear. I feel like I’ve been caught being unfaithful.”

Katrina chuckles. “Don’t be silly, Mr Keating. You and I aren’t a couple.”

“That doesn’t matter,” you reply. “If it bothers you that Katie showed me her panties, just erase the video, and I’ll not call the show again. You’re the most important person in my life, and your feelings matter to me.”

Katrina pats your arm. “It’s quite all right, really,” she says. “I suppose I’m a bit disappointed to find out I’m not the only woman who enjoys giving you a little thrill now and again ... but I don’t have a right to keep you from whatever little pleasures get you through the day.”

“Your disappointment is enough,” you tell her. “Please erase the video.”

She smiles. “No!” she says firmly. “It’s a gift from your favourite TV personality on your hundredth birthday. I wouldn’t dream of keeping that from you. It’s not like she’ll be sending you videos every day, right?”

“I assume not,” you say. “She does flash her panties every time I call, though.”

“Yes, so I’ve heard,” says Katrina, rolling her eyes. “Youtube is full of clips of her doing that, apparently. But she’s flashing them to everyone that’s watching, not just you, so it’s a bit different.” She smirks. “You want me to show you how to find those videos?”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” you reply, shaking your head.

“I don’t mind,” says Katrina. “Look. See this red and white icon? That’s YouTube. Just tap it, and it loads up. Then tap the magnifying glass, then that button there, and say ‘Katie Willis panties’. Or you can try typing it if you like, but you might find the keyboard challenging.”

“Katie Willis panties,” you enunciate as clearly as you can, having tapped the microphone icon. After a moment, several small pictures pop up, all screenshots from The Morning Show. You tap the first one, and a video starts playing.

“...Charlie from Summerton,” Martin is saying. “Welcome back Charlie!”

Then you hear your own voice, sounding a little muffled, saying “Hello Martin, and hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing and recrossing her legs rather carelessly. You barely glimpse her white panties, but fortunately the clip then repeats, much more slowly and zoomed in on Katie’s skirt and thighs. This time you get a much more leisurely look at the white garment. Then the video stops.

“Well, there you go,” says Katrina lightly. “You’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad, your YouTube videos to explore. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. Now, shall I show you how to use your new present?”

“Yes please,” you say, “though I may be too old a dog for such new tricks.”

“I think you’ll surprise yourself,” says Katrina with a smile. “Here, let’s take a look. Here’s how you switch it on...”

She gives you a quick tutorial, and you are surprised by how easy and intuitive the touch screen and apps prove to be. You particularly enjoy experimenting with the camera, and you take a couple of photos of Katrina while she poses and smiles. Then she shows you how to find the photos you just took.

To your surprise, there is a video in the folder. “Looks like a message from Martin and Katie,” says Katrina. “Shall we watch it?” You nod, and she taps the video to pull it up, then taps it again to play it.

“Hi Charlie!” says Katie, waving at the camera. She is sitting cross-legged on the studio’s sofa, with her feet tucked up beneath her knees, and her panties in full view. Your eyes widen, and you nervously wonder what Katrina thinks about this.

“I hope you have a wonderful hundredth birthday!” says Katie sunnily. “Best wishes from me and all the crew here.” She waves and smiles prettily ... and then the video ends.

“Hmm,” says Katrina. “Generous, isn’t she?”

“She is,” you admit. “Oh dear. I feel like I’ve been caught being unfaithful.”

Katrina chuckles. “Don’t be silly, Mr Keating. You and I aren’t a couple.”

“That doesn’t matter,” you reply. “If it bothers you that Katie showed me her panties, just erase the video, and I’ll not call the show again. You’re the most important person in my life, and your feelings matter to me.”

Katrina pats your arm. “It’s quite all right, really,” she says. “I suppose I’m a bit disappointed to find out I’m not the only woman who enjoys giving you a little thrill now and again ... but I don’t have a right to keep you from whatever little pleasures get you through the day.”

“Your disappointment is enough,” you tell her. “Please erase the video.”

She smiles. “No!” she says firmly. “It’s a gift from your favourite TV personality on your hundredth birthday. I wouldn’t dream of keeping that from you. It’s not like she’ll be sending you videos every day, right?”

“I assume not,” you say. “She does flash her panties every time I call, though.”

“Yes, so I’ve heard,” says Katrina, rolling her eyes. “Youtube is full of clips of her doing that, apparently. But she’s flashing them to everyone that’s watching, not just you, so it’s a bit different.” She smirks. “You want me to show you how to find those videos?”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” you reply, shaking your head.

“I don’t mind,” says Katrina. “Look. See this red and white icon? That’s YouTube. Just tap it, and it loads up. Then tap the magnifying glass, then that button there, and say ‘Katie Willis panties’. Or you can try typing it if you like, but you might find the keyboard challenging.”

“Katie Willis panties,” you enunciate as clearly as you can, having tapped the microphone icon. After a moment, several small pictures pop up, all screenshots from The Morning Show. You tap the first one, and a video starts playing.

“...Charlie from Summerton,” Martin is saying. “Welcome back Charlie!”

Then you hear your own voice, sounding a little muffled, saying “Hello Martin, and hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing and recrossing her legs rather carelessly. You barely glimpse her white panties, but fortunately the clip then repeats, much more slowly and zoomed in on Katie’s skirt and thighs. This time you get a much more leisurely look at the white garment. Then the video stops.

“Well, there you go,” says Katrina lightly. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

Katrina reaches for the bed, but then she pauses, her expression thoughtful. After a moment, she says, “If I were to, say, have a little accident in my panties ... the smell of your bedpan would mask it, wouldn’t you think?”

Your eyes widen. “Yes!” you agree enthusiastically. “Oh, yes please Katrina!”

She laughs. “Well, you don’t turn a hundred every day. Consider this my present to you.” She places both hands on the edge of your bed, spreads her feet about a foot apart, and concentrates. She closes her eyes, purses her lips, then grunts a little. Straining hard, she bows her head for a few moments, then she raises it, and exhales. “Okay, I’ve done it,” she says. “God help me, I’ve done a poo in my panties, right in front of you.” She bites her lip anxiously, but her eyes are shining in excitement.

“Show me!” you say. “Please.”

Katrina hesitates. “All right,” she says reluctantly. “But no photos!”

“I promise,” you reply.

Katrina steps away from the bed, and turns away from you. “Can you see it?”

“No,” you say, a little disappointed. Katrina’s uniform, as short as it is, is still long enough to cover her accident.

“Well that’s a relief,” says Katrina. “How about now?” She bends over, placing her hands on her knees. The back of her uniform rides up, revealing a large bulge in the back of her pink panties. The poo inside has slightly darkened the material, in some places more than others – the poo appears to be somewhat lumpy.

“That’s ... just ... beautiful!” you exclaim in an awed whisper. “What a privilege! Thank you, Katrina!”

She smiles as she straightens up and turns back around. “The exact reaction I was hoping for,” she says happily. “Now I’d better go and clean up before the smell in here gets too bad. Fortunately I have spare panties.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns five minutes later, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, yoive got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Plantagenets.”

“Oliver Twist.”

“A Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a nice look at her panties, which remain in view as a little pink triangle even with her legs crossed. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Panty-pooping.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

Katrina reaches for the bed, but then she pauses, her expression thoughtful. After a moment, she says, “If I were to, say, have a little accident in my panties ... the smell of your bedpan would mask it, wouldn’t you think?”

Your eyes widen. “Yes!” you agree enthusiastically. “Oh, yes please Katrina!”

She laughs. “Well, you don’t turn a hundred every day. Consider this my present to you.” She places both hands on the edge of your bed, spreads her feet about a foot apart, and concentrates. She closes her eyes, purses her lips, then grunts a little. Straining hard, she bows her head for a few moments, then she raises it, and exhales. “Okay, I’ve done it,” she says. “God help me, I’ve done a poo in my panties, right in front of you.” She bites her lip anxiously, but her eyes are shining in excitement.

“Show me!” you say. “Please.”

Katrina hesitates. “All right,” she says reluctantly. “But no photos!”

“I promise,” you reply.

Katrina steps away from the bed, and turns away from you. “Can you see it?”

“No,” you say, a little disappointed. Katrina’s uniform, as short as it is, is still long enough to cover her accident.

“Well that’s a relief,” says Katrina. “How about now?” She bends over, placing her hands on her knees. The back of her uniform rides up, revealing a large bulge in the back of her pink panties. The poo inside has slightly darkened the material, in some places more than others – the poo appears to be somewhat lumpy.

“That’s ... just ... beautiful!” you exclaim in an awed whisper. “What a privilege! Thank you, Katrina!”

She smiles as she straightens up and turns back around. “The exact reaction I was hoping for,” she says happily. “Now I’d better go and clean up before the smell in here gets too bad. Fortunately I have spare panties.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns five minutes later, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

Katrina reaches for the bed, but then she pauses, her expression thoughtful. After a moment, she says, “If I were to, say, have a little accident in my panties ... the smell of your bedpan would mask it, wouldn’t you think?”

Your eyes widen. “Yes!” you agree enthusiastically. “Oh, yes please Katrina!”

She laughs. “Well, you don’t turn a hundred every day. Consider this my present to you.” She places both hands on the edge of your bed, spreads her feet about a foot apart, and concentrates. She closes her eyes, purses her lips, then grunts a little. Straining hard, she bows her head for a few moments, then she raises it, and exhales. “Okay, I’ve done it,” she says. “God help me, I’ve done a poo in my panties, right in front of you.” She bites her lip anxiously, but her eyes are shining in excitement.

“Show me!” you say. “Please.”

Katrina hesitates. “All right,” she says reluctantly. “But no photos!”

“I promise,” you reply.

Katrina steps away from the bed, and turns away from you. “Can you see it?”

“No,” you say, a little disappointed. Katrina’s uniform, as short as it is, is still long enough to cover her accident.

“Well that’s a relief,” says Katrina. “How about now?” She bends over, placing her hands on her knees. The back of her uniform rides up, revealing a large bulge in the back of her pink panties. The poo inside has slightly darkened the material, in some places more than others – the poo appears to be somewhat lumpy.

“That’s ... just ... beautiful!” you exclaim in an awed whisper. “What a privilege! Thank you, Katrina!”

She smiles as she straightens up and turns back around. “The exact reaction I was hoping for,” she says happily. “Now I’d better go and clean up before the smell in here gets too bad. Fortunately I have spare panties.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns five minutes later, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

Katrina reaches for the bed, but then she pauses, her expression thoughtful. After a moment, she says, “If I were to, say, have a little accident in my panties ... the smell of your bedpan would mask it, wouldn’t you think?”

Your eyes widen. “Yes!” you agree enthusiastically. “Oh, yes please Katrina!”

She laughs. “Well, you don’t turn a hundred every day. Consider this my present to you.” She places both hands on the edge of your bed, spreads her feet about a foot apart, and concentrates. She closes her eyes, purses her lips, then grunts a little. Straining hard, she bows her head for a few moments, then she raises it, and exhales. “Okay, I’ve done it,” she says. “God help me, I’ve done a poo in my panties, right in front of you.” She bites her lip anxiously, but her eyes are shining in excitement.

“Show me!” you say. “Please.”

Katrina hesitates. “All right,” she says reluctantly. “But no photos!”

“I promise,” you reply.

Katrina steps away from the bed, and turns away from you. “Can you see it?”

“No,” you say, a little disappointed. Katrina’s uniform, as short as it is, is still long enough to cover her accident.

“Well that’s a relief,” says Katrina. “How about now?” She bends over, placing her hands on her knees. The back of her uniform rides up, revealing a large bulge in the back of her pink panties. The poo inside has slightly darkened the material, in some places more than others – the poo appears to be somewhat lumpy.

“That’s ... just ... beautiful!” you exclaim in an awed whisper. “What a privilege! Thank you, Katrina!”

She smiles as she straightens up and turns back around. “The exact reaction I was hoping for,” she says happily. “Now I’d better go and clean up before the smell in here gets too bad. Fortunately I have spare panties.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns five minutes later, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again. Then an idea occurs to you. “Um, would you permit me to take some photos while you dance?”

Katrina chuckles, then shakes her head. “Not if you want me to be as uninhibited as usual,” she says.

“Which I do,” you admit. “All right then.”

After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays you a couple of her favourite songs ... and her sexy dance moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she actually hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you laugh and clap appreciatively, making her giggle.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. But you have barely closed your eyes when there is a knock at your door.

“Come in!” you say.

The door opens, and in walks – to your great surprise – your son, Darren, and his wife, Annabelle. “Darren!” you say, your face cracking into a broad smile. “How nice to see you!”

“Hello Dad,” says Darren. “You’re looking well.”

“Happy Birthday!” says Annabelle. “My goodness, you don’t look a hundred, I must say!”

“Sorry it’s been so long since our last visit,” says Darren.

“That doesn’t matter,” you say happily. “You’re here now. How have you been?”

“Not too well,” says Darren. “I’m actually recovering from a four-year battle with cancer.”

“Oh my!” you say in dismay.

“I seem to be in the clear now,” says Darren, “but it’s been pretty tough. I don’t know what I’d have done without Annabelle.”

Darren certainly looks much older than when you last saw him. “How are Douglas and Samantha?” you ask, relieved that your memory has not failed you on this occasion.

“Both very well,” says Darren.

“Doug and Colleen just became grandparents themselves actually,” says Annabelle. “Sarah – their younger daughter – just had a baby boy, about two months ago. His name’s Tommy. So you’re a great-great-grandfather!”

“My goodness!” you exclaim. “I don’t know if ... have I ever met Sarah?”

“Yes Dad, Doug and Colleen brought their girls to see you and Mum at your house in Worthing,” says Darren. “Several times, I think.”

“Oh dear,” you say. “I’m afraid my memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“Not to worry, Dad,” says Darren cheerfully. “Would you like me to draw you a family tree?”

“Yes please!” you reply. “That would be helpful.”

While Darren draws, it occurs to you that your son is seventy-six years old now – practically an old man himself. How the time has flown!

The rest of Darren’s visit passes very pleasantly. When Katrina brings in your tea at four o’clock, Darren and Annabelle get up to leave. “It’s been nice seeing you, Dad,” says your son. “We’ll have to drop by again soon.”

“That would be lovely,” you reply. But as Darren and Annabelle leave, you cannot help thinking that you have probably seen them for the last time.

“Well that was a nice surprise, wasn’t it?” says Katrina. “And if you’re not too tired, I’ve got another one and all.”

“Oh?” you inquire.

Then the door opens, and in walks almost the entire staff of the home. Amongst them is Ruth, who is carrying a cake.

“Happy Birthday to you...” they all begin singing. It is a surreal moment.

“My goodness ... my goodness...” is all you can think to say, as the singing continues.

When the song concludes, Katrina blows out the candles for you, then cuts the cake.

“Thank you all, so much,” you say, as you take a paper plate from Katrina.

“Here’s to your next hundred years, Charlie!” says Ken, prompting some laughter.

You chuckle. “Thank you, thank you,” you say. “You’re all most kind. I’m having a wonderful day!”

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” says Katrina, pulling out an envelope and handing it to you. “A little something from Her Majesty.”

You open it up; it is a card with a congratulatory message from the Queen. “How nice!” you say. “It’ll be her turn soon – I wonder if she’ll send a telegram to herself?”

Everyone laughs. Then Ken looks at his watch. “I should probably get back to work,” he says.

It seems the party is over; your guests disperse, and return to their jobs. Feeling quite tired after all the excitement, you close your eyes, and soon drift off to sleep.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you grin as you get a better look at her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. But you have barely closed your eyes when there is a knock at your door.

“Come in!” you say.

The door opens, and in walks – to your great surprise – your son, Darren, and his wife, Annabelle. “Darren!” you say, your face cracking into a broad smile. “How nice to see you!”

“Hello Dad,” says Darren. “You’re looking well.”

“Happy Birthday!” says Annabelle. “My goodness, you don’t look a hundred, I must say!”

“Sorry it’s been so long since our last visit,” says Darren.

“That doesn’t matter,” you say happily. “You’re here now. How have you been?”

“Not too well,” says Darren. “I’m actually recovering from a four-year battle with cancer.”

“Oh my!” you say in dismay.

“I seem to be in the clear now,” says Darren, “but it’s been pretty tough. I don’t know what I’d have done without Annabelle.”

Darren certainly looks much older than when you last saw him. “How are Douglas and Samantha?” you ask, relieved that your memory has not failed you on this occasion.

“Both very well,” says Darren.

“Doug and Colleen just became grandparents themselves actually,” says Annabelle. “Sarah – their younger daughter – just had a baby boy, about two months ago. His name’s Tommy. So you’re a great-great-grandfather!”

“My goodness!” you exclaim. “I don’t know if ... have I ever met Sarah?”

“Yes Dad, Doug and Colleen brought their girls to see you and Mum at your house in Worthing,” says Darren. “Several times, I think.”

“Oh dear,” you say. “I’m afraid my memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“Not to worry, Dad,” says Darren cheerfully. “Would you like me to draw you a family tree?”

“Yes please!” you reply. “That would be helpful.”

While Darren draws, it occurs to you that your son is seventy-six years old now – practically an old man himself. How the time has flown!

The rest of Darren’s visit passes very pleasantly. When Katrina brings in your tea at four o’clock, Darren and Annabelle get up to leave. “It’s been nice seeing you, Dad,” says your son. “We’ll have to drop by again soon.”

“That would be lovely,” you reply. But as Darren and Annabelle leave, you cannot help thinking that you have probably seen them for the last time.

“Well that was a nice surprise, wasn’t it?” says Katrina. “And if you’re not too tired, I’ve got another one and all.”

“Oh?” you inquire.

Then the door opens, and in walks almost the entire staff of the home. Amongst them is Ruth, who is carrying a cake.

“Happy Birthday to you...” they all begin singing. It is a surreal moment.

“My goodness ... my goodness...” is all you can think to say, as the singing continues.

When the song concludes, Katrina blows out the candles for you, then cuts the cake.

“Thank you all, so much,” you say, as you take a paper plate from Katrina.

“Here’s to your next hundred years, Charlie!” says Ken, prompting some laughter.

You chuckle. “Thank you, thank you,” you say. “You’re all most kind. I’m having a wonderful day!”

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” says Katrina, pulling out an envelope and handing it to you. “A little something from Her Majesty.”

You open it up; it is a card with a congratulatory message from the Queen. “How nice!” you say. “It’ll be her turn soon – I wonder if she’ll send a telegram to herself?”

Everyone laughs. Then Ken looks at his watch. “I should probably get back to work,” he says.

It seems the party is over; your guests disperse, and return to their jobs. Feeling quite tired after all the excitement, you close your eyes, and soon drift off to sleep.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right,” she says.

She chats with you for a while about her new fetish; she seems to have grown quite comfortable doing so. After about half an hour, however, she excuses herself.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. But you have barely closed your eyes when there is a knock at your door.

“Come in!” you say.

The door opens, and in walks – to your great surprise – your son, Darren, and his wife, Annabelle. “Darren!” you say, your face cracking into a broad smile. “How nice to see you!”

“Hello Dad,” says Darren. “You’re looking well.”

“Happy Birthday!” says Annabelle. “My goodness, you don’t look a hundred, I must say!”

“Sorry it’s been so long since our last visit,” says Darren.

“That doesn’t matter,” you say happily. “You’re here now. How have you been?”

“Not too well,” says Darren. “I’m actually recovering from a four-year battle with cancer.”

“Oh my!” you say in dismay.

“I seem to be in the clear now,” says Darren, “but it’s been pretty tough. I don’t know what I’d have done without Annabelle.”

Darren certainly looks much older than when you last saw him. “How are Douglas and Samantha?” you ask, relieved that your memory has not failed you on this occasion.

“Both very well,” says Darren.

“Doug and Colleen just became grandparents themselves actually,” says Annabelle. “Sarah – their younger daughter – just had a baby boy, about two months ago. His name’s Tommy. So you’re a great-great-grandfather!”

“My goodness!” you exclaim. “I don’t know if ... have I ever met Sarah?”

“Yes Dad, Doug and Colleen brought their girls to see you and Mum at your house in Worthing,” says Darren. “Several times, I think.”

“Oh dear,” you say. “I’m afraid my memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“Not to worry, Dad,” says Darren cheerfully. “Would you like me to draw you a family tree?”

“Yes please!” you reply. “That would be helpful.”

While Darren draws, it occurs to you that your son is seventy-six years old now – practically an old man himself. How the time has flown!

The rest of Darren’s visit passes very pleasantly. When Katrina brings in your tea at four o’clock, Darren and Annabelle get up to leave. “It’s been nice seeing you, Dad,” says your son. “We’ll have to drop by again soon.”

“That would be lovely,” you reply. But as Darren and Annabelle leave, you cannot help thinking that you have probably seen them for the last time.

“Well that was a nice surprise, wasn’t it?” says Katrina. “And if you’re not too tired, I’ve got another one and all.”

“Oh?” you inquire.

Then the door opens, and in walks almost the entire staff of the home. Amongst them is Ruth, who is carrying a cake.

“Happy Birthday to you...” they all begin singing. It is a surreal moment.

“My goodness ... my goodness...” is all you can think to say, as the singing continues.

When the song concludes, Katrina blows out the candles for you, then cuts the cake.

“Thank you all, so much,” you say, as you take a paper plate from Katrina.

“Here’s to your next hundred years, Charlie!” says Ken, prompting some laughter.

You chuckle. “Thank you, thank you,” you say. “You’re all most kind. I’m having a wonderful day!”

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” says Katrina, pulling out an envelope and handing it to you. “A little something from Her Majesty.”

You open it up; it is a card with a congratulatory message from the Queen. “How nice!” you say. “It’ll be her turn soon – I wonder if she’ll send a telegram to herself?”

Everyone laughs. Then Ken looks at his watch. “I should probably get back to work,” he says.

It seems the party is over; your guests disperse, and return to their jobs. Feeling quite tired after all the excitement, you close your eyes, and soon drift off to sleep.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. But you have barely closed your eyes when there is a knock at your door.

“Come in!” you say.

The door opens, and in walks – to your great surprise – your son, Darren, and his wife, Annabelle. “Darren!” you say, your face cracking into a broad smile. “How nice to see you!”

“Hello Dad,” says Darren. “You’re looking well.”

“Happy Birthday!” says Annabelle. “My goodness, you don’t look a hundred, I must say!”

“Sorry it’s been so long since our last visit,” says Darren.

“That doesn’t matter,” you say happily. “You’re here now. How have you been?”

“Not too well,” says Darren. “I’m actually recovering from a four-year battle with cancer.”

“Oh my!” you say in dismay.

“I seem to be in the clear now,” says Darren, “but it’s been pretty tough. I don’t know what I’d have done without Annabelle.”

Darren certainly looks much older than when you last saw him. “How are Douglas and Samantha?” you ask, relieved that your memory has not failed you on this occasion.

“Both very well,” says Darren.

“Doug and Colleen just became grandparents themselves actually,” says Annabelle. “Sarah – their younger daughter – just had a baby boy, about two months ago. His name’s Tommy. So you’re a great-great-grandfather!”

“My goodness!” you exclaim. “I don’t know if ... have I ever met Sarah?”

“Yes Dad, Doug and Colleen brought their girls to see you and Mum at your house in Worthing,” says Darren. “Several times, I think.”

“Oh dear,” you say. “I’m afraid my memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“Not to worry, Dad,” says Darren cheerfully. “Would you like me to draw you a family tree?”

“Yes please!” you reply. “That would be helpful.”

While Darren draws, it occurs to you that your son is seventy-six years old now – practically an old man himself. How the time has flown!

The rest of Darren’s visit passes very pleasantly. When Katrina brings in your tea at four o’clock, Darren and Annabelle get up to leave. “It’s been nice seeing you, Dad,” says your son. “We’ll have to drop by again soon.”

“That would be lovely,” you reply. But as Darren and Annabelle leave, you cannot help thinking that you have probably seen them for the last time.

“Well that was a nice surprise, wasn’t it?” says Katrina. “And if you’re not too tired, I’ve got another one and all.”

“Oh?” you inquire.

Then the door opens, and in walks almost the entire staff of the home. Amongst them is Ruth, who is carrying a cake.

“Happy Birthday to you...” they all begin singing. It is a surreal moment.

“My goodness ... my goodness...” is all you can think to say, as the singing continues.

When the song concludes, Katrina blows out the candles for you, then cuts the cake.

“Thank you all, so much,” you say, as you take a paper plate from Katrina.

“Here’s to your next hundred years, Charlie!” says Ken, prompting some laughter.

You chuckle. “Thank you, thank you,” you say. “You’re all most kind. I’m having a wonderful day!”

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” says Katrina, pulling out an envelope and handing it to you. “A little something from Her Majesty.”

You open it up; it is a card with a congratulatory message from the Queen. “How nice!” you say. “It’ll be her turn soon – I wonder if she’ll send a telegram to herself?”

Everyone laughs. Then Ken looks at his watch. “I should probably get back to work,” he says.

It seems the party is over; your guests disperse, and return to their jobs. Feeling quite tired after all the excitement, you close your eyes, and soon drift off to sleep.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left. “You win again, Mr Keating,” she says.

“We still have some time,” you point out, “and you have other buttons.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, which causes her uniform to gape a little more, though not enough to reveal anything.

You advance one of your own buttons, then say,

“And I’ll raise you one button.”

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. But you have barely closed your eyes when there is a knock at your door.

“Come in!” you say.

The door opens, and in walks – to your great surprise – your son, Darren, and his wife, Annabelle. “Darren!” you say, your face cracking into a broad smile. “How nice to see you!”

“Hello Dad,” says Darren. “You’re looking well.”

“Happy Birthday!” says Annabelle. “My goodness, you don’t look a hundred, I must say!”

“Sorry it’s been so long since our last visit,” says Darren.

“That doesn’t matter,” you say happily. “You’re here now. How have you been?”

“Not too well,” says Darren. “I’m actually recovering from a four-year battle with cancer.”

“Oh my!” you say in dismay.

“I seem to be in the clear now,” says Darren, “but it’s been pretty tough. I don’t know what I’d have done without Annabelle.”

Darren certainly looks much older than when you last saw him. “How are Douglas and Samantha?” you ask, relieved that your memory has not failed you on this occasion.

“Both very well,” says Darren.

“Doug and Colleen just became grandparents themselves actually,” says Annabelle. “Sarah – their younger daughter – just had a baby boy, about two months ago. His name’s Tommy. So you’re a great-great-grandfather!”

“My goodness!” you exclaim. “I don’t know if ... have I ever met Sarah?”

“Yes Dad, Doug and Colleen brought their girls to see you and Mum at your house in Worthing,” says Darren. “Several times, I think.”

“Oh dear,” you say. “I’m afraid my memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“Not to worry, Dad,” says Darren cheerfully. “Would you like me to draw you a family tree?”

“Yes please!” you reply. “That would be helpful.”

While Darren draws, it occurs to you that your son is seventy-six years old now – practically an old man himself. How the time has flown!

The rest of Darren’s visit passes very pleasantly. When Katrina brings in your tea at four o’clock, Darren and Annabelle get up to leave. “It’s been nice seeing you, Dad,” says your son. “We’ll have to drop by again soon.”

“That would be lovely,” you reply. But as Darren and Annabelle leave, you cannot help thinking that you have probably seen them for the last time.

“Well that was a nice surprise, wasn’t it?” says Katrina. “And if you’re not too tired, I’ve got another one and all.”

“Oh?” you inquire.

Then the door opens, and in walks almost the entire staff of the home. Amongst them is Ruth, who is carrying a cake.

“Happy Birthday to you...” they all begin singing. It is a surreal moment.

“My goodness ... my goodness...” is all you can think to say, as the singing continues.

When the song concludes, Katrina blows out the candles for you, then cuts the cake.

“Thank you all, so much,” you say, as you take a paper plate from Katrina.

“Here’s to your next hundred years, Charlie!” says Ken, prompting some laughter.

You chuckle. “Thank you, thank you,” you say. “You’re all most kind. I’m having a wonderful day!”

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” says Katrina, pulling out an envelope and handing it to you. “A little something from Her Majesty.”

You open it up; it is a card with a congratulatory message from the Queen. “How nice!” you say. “It’ll be her turn soon – I wonder if she’ll send a telegram to herself?”

Everyone laughs. Then Ken looks at his watch. “I should probably get back to work,” he says.

It seems the party is over; your guests disperse, and return to their jobs. Feeling quite tired after all the excitement, you close your eyes, and soon drift off to sleep.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating. I hope you had a nice birthday.”

“It was the best,” you reply earnestly.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and smirks. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says. “I hope you had a happy birthday.”

“It was the best,” you say earnestly.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She chuckles. “Having fun, are you?” she inquires, but she continues straightening your pillows while you massage her breasts. Finally she straightens up, and pushes your hands away. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says. “Goodnight. I hope you had a happy birthday.”

“It was the best,” you say earnestly.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing, and gasps. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims. “Put that thing away!”

You grin as you put the iPad down. “Sorry,” you say with a chuckle, as Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds.

Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

Katrina reaches for the bed, but then she pauses, her expression thoughtful. After a moment, she says, “If I were to, say, have a little accident in my panties ... the smell of your bedpan would mask it, wouldn’t you think?”

Your eyes widen. “Yes!” you agree enthusiastically. “Oh, yes please Katrina!”

She laughs. “Well, you don’t turn a hundred every day. Consider this my present to you.” She places both hands on the edge of your bed, spreads her feet about a foot apart, and concentrates. She closes her eyes, purses her lips, then grunts a little. Straining hard, she bows her head for a few moments, then she raises it, and exhales. “Okay, I’ve done it,” she says. “God help me, I’ve done a poo in my panties, right in front of you.” She bites her lip anxiously, but her eyes are shining in excitement.

“Show me!” you say. “Please.”

Katrina hesitates. “All right,” she says reluctantly. “But no photos!”

“I promise,” you reply.

Katrina steps away from the bed, and turns away from you. “Can you see it?”

“No,” you say, a little disappointed. Katrina’s uniform, as short as it is, is still long enough to cover her accident.

“Well that’s a relief,” says Katrina. “How about now?” She bends over, placing her hands on her knees. The back of her uniform rides up, revealing a large bulge in the back of her pink panties. The poo inside has slightly darkened the material, in some places more than others – the poo appears to be somewhat lumpy.

“That’s ... just ... beautiful!” you exclaim in an awed whisper. “What a privilege! Thank you, Katrina!”

She smiles as she straightens up and turns back around. “The exact reaction I was hoping for,” she says happily. “Now I’d better go and clean up before the smell in here gets too bad. Fortunately I have spare panties.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns five minutes later, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina shivers. “Mr Keating!” she says in a low voice. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

Katrina reaches for the bed, but then she pauses, her expression thoughtful. After a moment, she says, “If I were to, say, have a little accident in my panties ... the smell of your bedpan would mask it, wouldn’t you think?”

Your eyes widen. “Yes!” you agree enthusiastically. “Oh, yes please Katrina!”

She laughs. “Well, you don’t turn a hundred every day. Consider this my present to you.” She places both hands on the edge of your bed, spreads her feet about a foot apart, and concentrates. She closes her eyes, purses her lips, then grunts a little. Straining hard, she bows her head for a few moments, then she raises it, and exhales. “Okay, I’ve done it,” she says. “God help me, I’ve done a poo in my panties, right in front of you.” She bites her lip anxiously, but her eyes are shining in excitement.

“Show me!” you say. “Please.”

Katrina hesitates. “All right,” she says reluctantly. “But no photos!”

“I promise,” you reply.

Katrina steps away from the bed, and turns away from you. “Can you see it?”

“No,” you say, a little disappointed. Katrina’s uniform, as short as it is, is still long enough to cover her accident.

“Well that’s a relief,” says Katrina. “How about now?” She bends over, placing her hands on her knees. The back of her uniform rides up, revealing a large bulge in the back of her pink panties. The poo inside has slightly darkened the material, in some places more than others – the poo appears to be somewhat lumpy.

“That’s ... just ... beautiful!” you exclaim in an awed whisper. “What a privilege! Thank you, Katrina!”

She smiles as she straightens up and turns back around. “The exact reaction I was hoping for,” she says happily. “Now I’d better go and clean up before the smell in here gets too bad. Fortunately I have spare panties.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns five minutes later, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “I don’t mind you looking,” she says, swatting your hand away. “No touching though, all right?”

You reluctantly remove your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

Katrina reaches for the bed, but then she pauses, her expression thoughtful. After a moment, she says, “If I were to, say, have a little accident in my panties ... the smell of your bedpan would mask it, wouldn’t you think?”

Your eyes widen. “Yes!” you agree enthusiastically. “Oh, yes please Katrina!”

She laughs. “Well, you don’t turn a hundred every day. Consider this my present to you.” She places both hands on the edge of your bed, spreads her feet about a foot apart, and concentrates. She closes her eyes, purses her lips, then grunts a little. Straining hard, she bows her head for a few moments, then she raises it, and exhales. “Okay, I’ve done it,” she says. “God help me, I’ve done a poo in my panties, right in front of you.” She bites her lip anxiously, but her eyes are shining in excitement.

“Show me!” you say. “Please.”

Katrina hesitates. “All right,” she says reluctantly. “But no photos!”

“I promise,” you reply.

Katrina steps away from the bed, and turns away from you. “Can you see it?”

“No,” you say, a little disappointed. Katrina’s uniform, as short as it is, is still long enough to cover her accident.

“Well that’s a relief,” says Katrina. “How about now?” She bends over, placing her hands on her knees. The back of her uniform rides up, revealing a large bulge in the back of her pink panties. The poo inside has slightly darkened the material, in some places more than others – the poo appears to be somewhat lumpy.

“That’s ... just ... beautiful!” you exclaim in an awed whisper. “What a privilege! Thank you, Katrina!”

She smiles as she straightens up and turns back around. “The exact reaction I was hoping for,” she says happily. “Now I’d better go and clean up before the smell in here gets too bad. Fortunately I have spare panties.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns five minutes later, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Making your life bearable – well it’s my raison d’etre, innit? Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “I don’t need any help from you in that department! Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina smirks. “All right,” she says, unfastening another button. “I’ll call.”

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” you say.

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Oh dear,” she says.

“You still have more buttons!” you remark playfully.

Katrina undoes a third button, her uniform now gaping significantly. You can see part of her right bra cup. “Play on!” she says.

But she goes no further, and the game is quickly over. She fastens her buttons, gets to her feet, and excuses herself.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. But you have barely closed your eyes when there is a knock at your door.

“Come in!” you say.

The door opens, and in walks – to your great surprise – your son, Darren, and his wife, Annabelle. “Darren!” you say, your face cracking into a broad smile. “How nice to see you!”

“Hello Dad,” says Darren. “You’re looking well.”

“Happy Birthday!” says Annabelle. “My goodness, you don’t look a hundred, I must say!”

“Sorry it’s been so long since our last visit,” says Darren.

“That doesn’t matter,” you say happily. “You’re here now. How have you been?”

“Not too well,” says Darren. “I’m actually recovering from a four-year battle with cancer.”

“Oh my!” you say in dismay.

“I seem to be in the clear now,” says Darren, “but it’s been pretty tough. I don’t know what I’d have done without Annabelle.”

Darren certainly looks much older than when you last saw him. “How are Douglas and Samantha?” you ask, relieved that your memory has not failed you on this occasion.

“Both very well,” says Darren.

“Doug and Colleen just became grandparents themselves actually,” says Annabelle. “Sarah – their younger daughter – just had a baby boy, about two months ago. His name’s Tommy. So you’re a great-great-grandfather!”

“My goodness!” you exclaim. “I don’t know if ... have I ever met Sarah?”

“Yes Dad, Doug and Colleen brought their girls to see you and Mum at your house in Worthing,” says Darren. “Several times, I think.”

“Oh dear,” you say. “I’m afraid my memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“Not to worry, Dad,” says Darren cheerfully. “Would you like me to draw you a family tree?”

“Yes please!” you reply. “That would be helpful.”

While Darren draws, it occurs to you that your son is seventy-six years old now – practically an old man himself. How the time has flown!

The rest of Darren’s visit passes very pleasantly. When Katrina brings in your tea at four o’clock, Darren and Annabelle get up to leave. “It’s been nice seeing you, Dad,” says your son. “We’ll have to drop by again soon.”

“That would be lovely,” you reply. But as Darren and Annabelle leave, you cannot help thinking that you have probably seen them for the last time.

“Well that was a nice surprise, wasn’t it?” says Katrina. “And if you’re not too tired, I’ve got another one and all.”

“Oh?” you inquire.

Then the door opens, and in walks almost the entire staff of the home. Amongst them is Ruth, who is carrying a cake.

“Happy Birthday to you...” they all begin singing. It is a surreal moment.

“My goodness ... my goodness...” is all you can think to say, as the singing continues.

When the song concludes, Katrina blows out the candles for you, then cuts the cake.

“Thank you all, so much,” you say, as you take a paper plate from Katrina.

“Here’s to your next hundred years, Charlie!” says Ken, prompting some laughter.

You chuckle. “Thank you, thank you,” you say. “You’re all most kind. I’m having a wonderful day!”

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” says Katrina, pulling out an envelope and handing it to you. “A little something from Her Majesty.”

You open it up; it is a card with a congratulatory message from the Queen. “How nice!” you say. “It’ll be her turn soon – I wonder if she’ll send a telegram to herself?”

Everyone laughs. Then Ken looks at his watch. “I should probably get back to work,” he says.

It seems the party is over; your guests disperse, and return to their jobs. Feeling quite tired after all the excitement, you close your eyes, and soon drift off to sleep.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Well done Mr Keating,” she says. “You win again.”

“Another hand?” you ask hopefully.

She chuckles. “Perhaps just one more,” she says, and she undoes another button while you deal. This hand, however, she happens to win, and she is fully buttoned-up by the time she excuses herself. She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap. But you have barely closed your eyes when there is a knock at your door.

“Come in!” you say.

The door opens, and in walks – to your great surprise – your son, Darren, and his wife, Annabelle. “Darren!” you say, your face cracking into a broad smile. “How nice to see you!”

“Hello Dad,” says Darren. “You’re looking well.”

“Happy Birthday!” says Annabelle. “My goodness, you don’t look a hundred, I must say!”

“Sorry it’s been so long since our last visit,” says Darren.

“That doesn’t matter,” you say happily. “You’re here now. How have you been?”

“Not too well,” says Darren. “I’m actually recovering from a four-year battle with cancer.”

“Oh my!” you say in dismay.

“I seem to be in the clear now,” says Darren, “but it’s been pretty tough. I don’t know what I’d have done without Annabelle.”

Darren certainly looks much older than when you last saw him. “How are Douglas and Samantha?” you ask, relieved that your memory has not failed you on this occasion.

“Both very well,” says Darren.

“Doug and Colleen just became grandparents themselves actually,” says Annabelle. “Sarah – their younger daughter – just had a baby boy, about two months ago. His name’s Tommy. So you’re a great-great-grandfather!”

“My goodness!” you exclaim. “I don’t know if ... have I ever met Sarah?”

“Yes Dad, Doug and Colleen brought their girls to see you and Mum at your house in Worthing,” says Darren. “Several times, I think.”

“Oh dear,” you say. “I’m afraid my memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“Not to worry, Dad,” says Darren cheerfully. “Would you like me to draw you a family tree?”

“Yes please!” you reply. “That would be helpful.”

While Darren draws, it occurs to you that your son is seventy-six years old now – practically an old man himself. How the time has flown!

The rest of Darren’s visit passes very pleasantly. When Katrina brings in your tea at four o’clock, Darren and Annabelle get up to leave. “It’s been nice seeing you, Dad,” says your son. “We’ll have to drop by again soon.”

“That would be lovely,” you reply. But as Darren and Annabelle leave, you cannot help thinking that you have probably seen them for the last time.

“Well that was a nice surprise, wasn’t it?” says Katrina. “And if you’re not too tired, I’ve got another one and all.”

“Oh?” you inquire.

Then the door opens, and in walks almost the entire staff of the home. Amongst them is Ruth, who is carrying a cake.

“Happy Birthday to you...” they all begin singing. It is a surreal moment.

“My goodness ... my goodness...” is all you can think to say, as the singing continues.

When the song concludes, Katrina blows out the candles for you, then cuts the cake.

“Thank you all, so much,” you say, as you take a paper plate from Katrina.

“Here’s to your next hundred years, Charlie!” says Ken, prompting some laughter.

You chuckle. “Thank you, thank you,” you say. “You’re all most kind. I’m having a wonderful day!”

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” says Katrina, pulling out an envelope and handing it to you. “A little something from Her Majesty.”

You open it up; it is a card with a congratulatory message from the Queen. “How nice!” you say. “It’ll be her turn soon – I wonder if she’ll send a telegram to herself?”

Everyone laughs. Then Ken looks at his watch. “I should probably get back to work,” he says.

It seems the party is over; your guests disperse, and return to their jobs. Feeling quite tired after all the excitement, you close your eyes, and soon drift off to sleep.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “And many happy returns of the day! How does it feel to be a hundred?”

A hundred years old. You have been alive for an entire century. You sigh, and reply,

“Just like being ninety-nine, only a bit worse.”

“It’s better than the alternative, I suppose.”

“Well, let’s just see what today brings, shall we?” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top three buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

Katrina laughs. “Yes indeed!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously begin undoing her buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

With practised ease, you undo first the top button, then the second, then the third, all without Katrina noticing. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you...

grab hold of her bra-clad breasts.

try to unfasten her bra.

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“All right, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a chuckle as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare in surprise at a delicious-looking fried breakfast. The smell of bacon fills your nostrils. Smiling, you say,

“I should turn a hundred more often!”

“This is wonderful! Thank you Katrina!”

Katrina laughs. “Well it’s all terribly bad for you,” she says, “but one fry-up won’t kill you.”

“I don’t even care if it does!” you tell her, as you carve off a piece of fried egg.

Katrina picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing the shortest skirt you have ever seen her in. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You are very welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. “It’s all terribly bad for you, of course, but one fry-up won’t kill you.”

“I don’t even care if it does!” you tell her, as you carve off a piece of fried egg.

Katrina picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing the shortest skirt you have ever seen her in. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Unfortunately, your viewing is interrupted by a phone call. You pick up the handset, hold it up to your ear, and say, “Hello?”

“Is this Charlie Keating?” asks a female voice.

“Yes, that’s me,” you reply.

“Oh good,” says the woman. “I’m calling from The Morning Show. Martin and Katie would like a quick chat with you – is that okay?”

“Oh!” you say in surprise. “Certainly!”

“Excellent,” she says. “Please hold for a moment.”

You wait, while on your television you hear Martin say, “This is also rather a special day for one of our regular viewers and callers – and I believe we have him on the phone. Good morning Charlie!”

You hear the same words in your ear, and you reply, “Good morning!”

“Hi Charlie!” says Katie. “Happy Birthday!” As she says this, she uncrosses her legs. Despite the fact that her knees are together, her skirt is so short that you now have a lovely view of her white panties, brightly illuminated by the studio lights.

“I believe you’re one hundred years young today, Charlie, isn’t that right?”

“That’s right,” you reply. “Thank you for remembering!”

“Well, we have a little gift for you,” says Katie. “I believe your nurse, Katrina, is holding on to it.”

As if on queue, Katrina enters the room, holding a parcel wrapped in blue paper. She smiles and hands it to you, then she winks, and leaves the room.

“She just gave it to me,” you say. “She must have been watching in another room, I suppose.” You begin unwrapping the present.

“We did have reservations about getting you a piece of modern technology,” says Martin, “but I think you’ll find it very easy to use.”

“Katrina told us she’d be happy to show you how to use it,” adds Katie.

It is an iPad. “Oh!” you say in surprise. “Um, thank you!” You can’t help wondering what they expect you to use it for. “It’s very nice.”

Katie laughs. “You’ll learn to appreciate it, Charlie, I promise.” Then she briefly spreads her thighs wide before crossing her legs, giving you an eye-poppingly good look at her panties in the process.

They continue to chat with you for a few more minutes, and then they say goodbye, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, then says, “Ah, hello Charlie – we were hoping you would call. Can you hold on a moment please?”

“Of course,” you reply.

You wait, while on your television you hear Martin say, “This is also rather a special day for one of our regular viewers and callers – and I believe we have him on the phone. Good morning Charlie!”

You hear the same words in your ear, and you reply, “Good morning!”

“Hi Charlie!” says Katie. “Happy Birthday!” As she says this, she uncrosses her legs. Despite the fact that her knees are together, her skirt is so short that you now have a lovely view of her white panties, brightly illuminated by the studio lights.

“I believe you’re one hundred years young today, Charlie, isn’t that right?”

“That’s right,” you reply. “Thank you for remembering!”

“Well, we have a little gift for you,” says Katie. “I believe your nurse, Katrina, is holding on to it.”

As if on queue, Katrina enters the room, holding a parcel wrapped in blue paper. She smiles and hands it to you, then she winks, and leaves the room.

“She just gave it to me,” you say. “She must have been watching in another room, I suppose.” You begin unwrapping the present.

“We did have reservations about getting you a piece of modern technology,” says Martin, “but I think you’ll find it very easy to use.”

“Katrina told us she’d be happy to show you how to use it,” adds Katie.

It is an iPad. “Oh!” you say in surprise. “Um, thank you!” You can’t help wondering what they expect you to use it for. “It’s very nice.”

Katie laughs. “You’ll learn to appreciate it, Charlie, I promise.” Then she briefly spreads her thighs wide before crossing her legs, giving you an eye-poppingly good look at her panties in the process.

“Wow,” you say. “Thank you again.”

They continue to chat with you for a few more minutes, and then they say goodbye, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. Now, shall I show you how to use your new present?”

“Yes please,” you say, “though I may be too old a dog for such new tricks.”

“I think you’ll surprise yourself,” says Katrina with a smile. “Here, let’s take a look. Here’s how you switch it on...”

She gives you a quick tutorial, and you are surprised by how easy and intuitive the touch screen and apps prove to be. You particularly enjoy experimenting with the camera, and you take a couple of photos of Katrina while she poses and smiles. Then she shows you how to find the photos you just took.

To your surprise, there is a video in the folder. “Looks like a message from Martin and Katie,” says Katrina. “Shall we watch it?” You nod, and she taps the video to pull it up, then taps it again to play it.

“Hi Charlie!” says Katie, waving at the camera. She is sitting cross-legged on the studio’s sofa, with her feet tucked up beneath her knees, and her panties in full view. Your eyes widen, and you nervously wonder what Katrina thinks about this.

“I hope you have a wonderful hundredth birthday!” says Katie sunnily. “Best wishes from me and all the crew here.” She waves and smiles prettily ... and then the video ends.

“Hmm,” says Katrina. “Generous, isn’t she?”

“She is,” you admit. “Oh dear. I feel like I’ve been caught being unfaithful.”

Katrina chuckles. “Don’t be silly, Mr Keating. You and I aren’t a couple.”

“That doesn’t matter,” you reply. “If it bothers you that Katie showed me her panties, just erase the video, and I’ll not call the show again. You’re the most important person in my life, and your feelings matter to me.”

Katrina pats your arm. “It’s quite all right, really,” she says. “I suppose I’m a bit disappointed to find out I’m not the only woman who enjoys giving you a little thrill now and again ... but I don’t have a right to keep you from whatever little pleasures get you through the day.”

“Your disappointment is enough,” you tell her. “Please erase the video.”

She smiles. “No!” she says firmly. “It’s a gift from your favourite TV personality on your hundredth birthday. I wouldn’t dream of keeping that from you. It’s not like she’ll be sending you videos every day, right?”

“I assume not,” you say. “She does flash her panties every time I call, though.”

“Yes, so I’ve heard,” says Katrina, rolling her eyes. “Youtube is full of clips of her doing that, apparently. But she’s flashing them to everyone that’s watching, not just you, so it’s a bit different.” She smirks. “You want me to show you how to find those videos?”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” you reply, shaking your head.

“I don’t mind,” says Katrina. “Look. See this red and white icon? That’s YouTube. Just tap it, and it loads up. Then tap the magnifying glass, then that button there, and say ‘Katie Willis panties’. Or you can try typing it if you like, but you might find the keyboard challenging.”

“Katie Willis panties,” you enunciate as clearly as you can, having tapped the microphone icon. After a moment, several small pictures pop up, all screenshots from The Morning Show. You tap the first one, and a video starts playing.

“...Charlie from Summerton,” Martin is saying. “Welcome back Charlie!”

Then you hear your own voice, sounding a little muffled, saying “Hello Martin, and hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing and recrossing her legs rather carelessly. You barely glimpse her white panties, but fortunately the clip then repeats, much more slowly and zoomed in on Katie’s skirt and thighs. This time you get a much more leisurely look at the white garment. Then the video stops.

“Well, there you go,” says Katrina lightly. “You’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad, your YouTube videos to explore. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “There. Now, shall I show you how to use your new present?”

“Yes please,” you say, “though I may be too old a dog for such new tricks.”

“I think you’ll surprise yourself,” says Katrina with a smile. “Here, let’s take a look. Here’s how you switch it on...”

She gives you a quick tutorial, and you are surprised by how easy and intuitive the touch screen and apps prove to be. You particularly enjoy experimenting with the camera, and you take a couple of photos of Katrina while she poses and smiles. Then she shows you how to find the photos you just took.

To your surprise, there is a video in the folder. “Looks like a message from Martin and Katie,” says Katrina. “Shall we watch it?” You nod, and she taps the video to pull it up, then taps it again to play it.

“Hi Charlie!” says Katie, waving at the camera. She is sitting cross-legged on the studio’s sofa, with her feet tucked up beneath her knees, and her panties in full view. Your eyes widen, and you nervously wonder what Katrina thinks about this.

“I hope you have a wonderful hundredth birthday!” says Katie sunnily. “Best wishes from me and all the crew here.” She waves and smiles prettily ... and then the video ends.

“Hmm,” says Katrina. “Generous, isn’t she?”

“She is,” you admit. “Oh dear. I feel like I’ve been caught being unfaithful.”

Katrina chuckles. “Don’t be silly, Mr Keating. You and I aren’t a couple.”

“That doesn’t matter,” you reply. “If it bothers you that Katie showed me her panties, just erase the video, and I’ll not call the show again. You’re the most important person in my life, and your feelings matter to me.”

Katrina pats your arm. “It’s quite all right, really,” she says. “I suppose I’m a bit disappointed to find out I’m not the only woman who enjoys giving you a little thrill now and again ... but I don’t have a right to keep you from whatever little pleasures get you through the day.”

“Your disappointment is enough,” you tell her. “Please erase the video.”

She smiles. “No!” she says firmly. “It’s a gift from your favourite TV personality on your hundredth birthday. I wouldn’t dream of keeping that from you. It’s not like she’ll be sending you videos every day, right?”

“I assume not,” you say. “She does flash her panties every time I call, though.”

“Yes, so I’ve heard,” says Katrina, rolling her eyes. “Youtube is full of clips of her doing that, apparently. But she’s flashing them to everyone that’s watching, not just you, so it’s a bit different.” She smirks. “You want me to show you how to find those videos?”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” you reply, shaking your head.

“I don’t mind,” says Katrina. “Look. See this red and white icon? That’s YouTube. Just tap it, and it loads up. Then tap the magnifying glass, then that button there, and say ‘Katie Willis panties’. Or you can try typing it if you like, but you might find the keyboard challenging.”

“Katie Willis panties,” you enunciate as clearly as you can, having tapped the microphone icon. After a moment, several small pictures pop up, all screenshots from The Morning Show. You tap the first one, and a video starts playing.

“...Charlie from Summerton,” Martin is saying. “Welcome back Charlie!”

Then you hear your own voice, sounding a little muffled, saying “Hello Martin, and hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing and recrossing her legs rather carelessly. You barely glimpse her white panties, but fortunately the clip then repeats, much more slowly and zoomed in on Katie’s skirt and thighs. This time you get a much more leisurely look at the white garment. Then the video stops.

“Well, there you go,” says Katrina lightly. “You’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad, your YouTube videos to explore. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while. There is nothing on that captures your interest, so you switch it off again and turn your attention to the rest of the newspaper.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“The Plantagenets.”

“Oliver Twist.”

“Julius Caesar.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “Mmmm, nice panties.”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a nice look at her panties, which remain in view as a little pink triangle even with her legs crossed. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too? A mix of classical and dance-pop?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again. Then an idea occurs to you. “Um, would you permit me to take some photos while you dance?”

Katrina chuckles, then shakes her head. “Not if you want me to be as uninhibited as usual,” she says.

“Which I do,” you admit. “All right then.”

After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays you a couple of her favourite songs ... and her sexy dance moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she actually hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you laugh and clap appreciatively, making her giggle.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. But you have barely closed your eyes when there is a knock at your door.

“Come in!” you say.

The door opens, and in walks – to your great surprise – your son, Darren, and his wife, Annabelle. “Darren!” you say, your face cracking into a broad smile. “How nice to see you!”

“Hello Dad,” says Darren. “You’re looking well.”

“Happy Birthday!” says Annabelle. “My goodness, you don’t look a hundred, I must say!”

“Sorry it’s been so long since our last visit,” says Darren.

“That doesn’t matter,” you say happily. “You’re here now. How have you been?”

“Not too well,” says Darren. “I’m actually recovering from a four-year battle with cancer.”

“Oh my!” you say in dismay.

“I seem to be in the clear now,” says Darren, “but it’s been pretty tough. I don’t know what I’d have done without Annabelle.”

Darren certainly looks much older than when you last saw him. “How are Douglas and Samantha?” you ask, relieved that your memory has not failed you on this occasion.

“Both very well,” says Darren.

“Doug and Colleen just became grandparents themselves actually,” says Annabelle. “Sarah – their younger daughter – just had a baby boy, about two months ago. His name’s Tommy. So you’re a great-great-grandfather!”

“My goodness!” you exclaim. “I don’t know if ... have I ever met Sarah?”

“Yes Dad, Doug and Colleen brought their girls to see you and Mum at your house in Worthing,” says Darren. “Several times, I think.”

“Oh dear,” you say. “I’m afraid my memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“Not to worry, Dad,” says Darren cheerfully. “Would you like me to draw you a family tree?”

“Yes please!” you reply. “That would be helpful.”

While Darren draws, it occurs to you that your son is seventy-six years old now – practically an old man himself. How the time has flown!

The rest of Darren’s visit passes very pleasantly. When Katrina brings in your tea at four o’clock, Darren and Annabelle get up to leave. “It’s been nice seeing you, Dad,” says your son. “We’ll have to drop by again soon.”

“That would be lovely,” you reply. But as Darren and Annabelle leave, you cannot help thinking that you have probably seen them for the last time.

“Well that was a nice surprise, wasn’t it?” says Katrina. “And if you’re not too tired, I’ve got another one and all.”

“Oh?” you inquire.

Then the door opens, and in walks almost the entire staff of the home. Amongst them is Ruth, who is carrying a cake.

“Happy Birthday to you...” they all begin singing. It is a surreal moment.

“My goodness ... my goodness...” is all you can think to say, as the singing continues.

When the song concludes, Katrina blows out the candles for you, then cuts the cake.

“Thank you all, so much,” you say, as you take a paper plate from Katrina.

“Here’s to your next hundred years, Charlie!” says Ken, prompting some laughter.

You chuckle. “Thank you, thank you,” you say. “You’re all most kind. I’m having a wonderful day!”

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” says Katrina, pulling out an envelope and handing it to you. “A little something from Her Majesty.”

You open it up; it is a card with a congratulatory message from the Queen. “How nice!” you say. “It’ll be her turn soon – I wonder if she’ll send a telegram to herself?”

Everyone laughs. Then Ken looks at his watch. “I should probably get back to work,” he says.

It seems the party is over; your guests disperse, and return to their jobs. Feeling quite tired after all the excitement, you close your eyes, and soon drift off to sleep.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your astonishment, she bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

Katrina, it turns out, is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... I don’t know how to thank you. That was so far above and beyond...”

She chuckles. “Well don’t expect it every day,” she says, blushing a little. “Happy Birthday, Mr Keating.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you grin as you get a better look at her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. But you have barely closed your eyes when there is a knock at your door.

“Come in!” you say.

The door opens, and in walks – to your great surprise – your son, Darren, and his wife, Annabelle. “Darren!” you say, your face cracking into a broad smile. “How nice to see you!”

“Hello Dad,” says Darren. “You’re looking well.”

“Happy Birthday!” says Annabelle. “My goodness, you don’t look a hundred, I must say!”

“Sorry it’s been so long since our last visit,” says Darren.

“That doesn’t matter,” you say happily. “You’re here now. How have you been?”

“Not too well,” says Darren. “I’m actually recovering from a four-year battle with cancer.”

“Oh my!” you say in dismay.

“I seem to be in the clear now,” says Darren, “but it’s been pretty tough. I don’t know what I’d have done without Annabelle.”

Darren certainly looks much older than when you last saw him. “How are Douglas and Samantha?” you ask, relieved that your memory has not failed you on this occasion.

“Both very well,” says Darren.

“Doug and Colleen just became grandparents themselves actually,” says Annabelle. “Sarah – their younger daughter – just had a baby boy, about two months ago. His name’s Tommy. So you’re a great-great-grandfather!”

“My goodness!” you exclaim. “I don’t know if ... have I ever met Sarah?”

“Yes Dad, Doug and Colleen brought their girls to see you and Mum at your house in Worthing,” says Darren. “Several times, I think.”

“Oh dear,” you say. “I’m afraid my memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“Not to worry, Dad,” says Darren cheerfully. “Would you like me to draw you a family tree?”

“Yes please!” you reply. “That would be helpful.”

While Darren draws, it occurs to you that your son is seventy-six years old now – practically an old man himself. How the time has flown!

The rest of Darren’s visit passes very pleasantly. When Katrina brings in your tea at four o’clock, Darren and Annabelle get up to leave. “It’s been nice seeing you, Dad,” says your son. “We’ll have to drop by again soon.”

“That would be lovely,” you reply. But as Darren and Annabelle leave, you cannot help thinking that you have probably seen them for the last time.

“Well that was a nice surprise, wasn’t it?” says Katrina. “And if you’re not too tired, I’ve got another one and all.”

“Oh?” you inquire.

Then the door opens, and in walks almost the entire staff of the home. Amongst them is Ruth, who is carrying a cake.

“Happy Birthday to you...” they all begin singing. It is a surreal moment.

“My goodness ... my goodness...” is all you can think to say, as the singing continues.

When the song concludes, Katrina blows out the candles for you, then cuts the cake.

“Thank you all, so much,” you say, as you take a paper plate from Katrina.

“Here’s to your next hundred years, Charlie!” says Ken, prompting some laughter.

You chuckle. “Thank you, thank you,” you say. “You’re all most kind. I’m having a wonderful day!”

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” says Katrina, pulling out an envelope and handing it to you. “A little something from Her Majesty.”

You open it up; it is a card with a congratulatory message from the Queen. “How nice!” you say. “It’ll be her turn soon – I wonder if she’ll send a telegram to herself?”

Everyone laughs. Then Ken looks at his watch. “I should probably get back to work,” he says.

It seems the party is over; your guests disperse, and return to their jobs. Feeling quite tired after all the excitement, you close your eyes, and soon drift off to sleep.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your astonishment, she bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

Katrina, it turns out, is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... I don’t know how to thank you. That was so far above and beyond...”

She chuckles. “Well don’t expect it every day,” she says, blushing a little. “Happy Birthday, Mr Keating.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina seems quite happy to chat about philosophy, and the two of you have an interesting and wide-ranging discussion.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. But you have barely closed your eyes when there is a knock at your door.

“Come in!” you say.

The door opens, and in walks – to your great surprise – your son, Darren, and his wife, Annabelle. “Darren!” you say, your face cracking into a broad smile. “How nice to see you!”

“Hello Dad,” says Darren. “You’re looking well.”

“Happy Birthday!” says Annabelle. “My goodness, you don’t look a hundred, I must say!”

“Sorry it’s been so long since our last visit,” says Darren.

“That doesn’t matter,” you say happily. “You’re here now. How have you been?”

“Not too well,” says Darren. “I’m actually recovering from a four-year battle with cancer.”

“Oh my!” you say in dismay.

“I seem to be in the clear now,” says Darren, “but it’s been pretty tough. I don’t know what I’d have done without Annabelle.”

Darren certainly looks much older than when you last saw him. “How are Douglas and Samantha?” you ask, relieved that your memory has not failed you on this occasion.

“Both very well,” says Darren.

“Doug and Colleen just became grandparents themselves actually,” says Annabelle. “Sarah – their younger daughter – just had a baby boy, about two months ago. His name’s Tommy. So you’re a great-great-grandfather!”

“My goodness!” you exclaim. “I don’t know if ... have I ever met Sarah?”

“Yes Dad, Doug and Colleen brought their girls to see you and Mum at your house in Worthing,” says Darren. “Several times, I think.”

“Oh dear,” you say. “I’m afraid my memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“Not to worry, Dad,” says Darren cheerfully. “Would you like me to draw you a family tree?”

“Yes please!” you reply. “That would be helpful.”

While Darren draws, it occurs to you that your son is seventy-six years old now – practically an old man himself. How the time has flown!

The rest of Darren’s visit passes very pleasantly. When Katrina brings in your tea at four o’clock, Darren and Annabelle get up to leave. “It’s been nice seeing you, Dad,” says your son. “We’ll have to drop by again soon.”

“That would be lovely,” you reply. But as Darren and Annabelle leave, you cannot help thinking that you have probably seen them for the last time.

“Well that was a nice surprise, wasn’t it?” says Katrina. “And if you’re not too tired, I’ve got another one and all.”

“Oh?” you inquire.

Then the door opens, and in walks almost the entire staff of the home. Amongst them is Ruth, who is carrying a cake.

“Happy Birthday to you...” they all begin singing. It is a surreal moment.

“My goodness ... my goodness...” is all you can think to say, as the singing continues.

When the song concludes, Katrina blows out the candles for you, then cuts the cake.

“Thank you all, so much,” you say, as you take a paper plate from Katrina.

“Here’s to your next hundred years, Charlie!” says Ken, prompting some laughter.

You chuckle. “Thank you, thank you,” you say. “You’re all most kind. I’m having a wonderful day!”

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” says Katrina, pulling out an envelope and handing it to you. “A little something from Her Majesty.”

You open it up; it is a card with a congratulatory message from the Queen. “How nice!” you say. “It’ll be her turn soon – I wonder if she’ll send a telegram to herself?”

Everyone laughs. Then Ken looks at his watch. “I should probably get back to work,” he says.

It seems the party is over; your guests disperse, and return to their jobs. Feeling quite tired after all the excitement, you close your eyes, and soon drift off to sleep.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your astonishment, she bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

Katrina, it turns out, is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... I don’t know how to thank you. That was so far above and beyond...”

She chuckles. “Well don’t expect it every day,” she says, blushing a little. “Happy Birthday, Mr Keating.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. But you have barely closed your eyes when there is a knock at your door.

“Come in!” you say.

The door opens, and in walks – to your great surprise – your son, Darren, and his wife, Annabelle. “Darren!” you say, your face cracking into a broad smile. “How nice to see you!”

“Hello Dad,” says Darren. “You’re looking well.”

“Happy Birthday!” says Annabelle. “My goodness, you don’t look a hundred, I must say!”

“Sorry it’s been so long since our last visit,” says Darren.

“That doesn’t matter,” you say happily. “You’re here now. How have you been?”

“Not too well,” says Darren. “I’m actually recovering from a four-year battle with cancer.”

“Oh my!” you say in dismay.

“I seem to be in the clear now,” says Darren, “but it’s been pretty tough. I don’t know what I’d have done without Annabelle.”

Darren certainly looks much older than when you last saw him. “How are Douglas and Samantha?” you ask, relieved that your memory has not failed you on this occasion.

“Both very well,” says Darren.

“Doug and Colleen just became grandparents themselves actually,” says Annabelle. “Sarah – their younger daughter – just had a baby boy, about two months ago. His name’s Tommy. So you’re a great-great-grandfather!”

“My goodness!” you exclaim. “I don’t know if ... have I ever met Sarah?”

“Yes Dad, Doug and Colleen brought their girls to see you and Mum at your house in Worthing,” says Darren. “Several times, I think.”

“Oh dear,” you say. “I’m afraid my memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“Not to worry, Dad,” says Darren cheerfully. “Would you like me to draw you a family tree?”

“Yes please!” you reply. “That would be helpful.”

While Darren draws, it occurs to you that your son is seventy-six years old now – practically an old man himself. How the time has flown!

The rest of Darren’s visit passes very pleasantly. When Katrina brings in your tea at four o’clock, Darren and Annabelle get up to leave. “It’s been nice seeing you, Dad,” says your son. “We’ll have to drop by again soon.”

“That would be lovely,” you reply. But as Darren and Annabelle leave, you cannot help thinking that you have probably seen them for the last time.

“Well that was a nice surprise, wasn’t it?” says Katrina. “And if you’re not too tired, I’ve got another one and all.”

“Oh?” you inquire.

Then the door opens, and in walks almost the entire staff of the home. Amongst them is Ruth, who is carrying a cake.

“Happy Birthday to you...” they all begin singing. It is a surreal moment.

“My goodness ... my goodness...” is all you can think to say, as the singing continues.

When the song concludes, Katrina blows out the candles for you, then cuts the cake.

“Thank you all, so much,” you say, as you take a paper plate from Katrina.

“Here’s to your next hundred years, Charlie!” says Ken, prompting some laughter.

You chuckle. “Thank you, thank you,” you say. “You’re all most kind. I’m having a wonderful day!”

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” says Katrina, pulling out an envelope and handing it to you. “A little something from Her Majesty.”

You open it up; it is a card with a congratulatory message from the Queen. “How nice!” you say. “It’ll be her turn soon – I wonder if she’ll send a telegram to herself?”

Everyone laughs. Then Ken looks at his watch. “I should probably get back to work,” he says.

It seems the party is over; your guests disperse, and return to their jobs. Feeling quite tired after all the excitement, you close your eyes, and soon drift off to sleep.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your astonishment, she bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

Katrina, it turns out, is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... I don’t know how to thank you. That was so far above and beyond...”

She chuckles. “Well don’t expect it every day,” she says, blushing a little. “Happy Birthday, Mr Keating.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left.

“I suppose you’ll have to use the buttons on your uniform now,” you suggest cheekily.

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, and the game continues. It is not long before all of her buttons are undone, and you can see part of her bra and panties, even though she is trying to keep her uniform closed.

“You win,” she says.

You reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose...

the uniform comes off.”

you have to shorten your uniform a bit more.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap. But you have barely closed your eyes when there is a knock at your door.

“Come in!” you say.

The door opens, and in walks – to your great surprise – your son, Darren, and his wife, Annabelle. “Darren!” you say, your face cracking into a broad smile. “How nice to see you!”

“Hello Dad,” says Darren. “You’re looking well.”

“Happy Birthday!” says Annabelle. “My goodness, you don’t look a hundred, I must say!”

“Sorry it’s been so long since our last visit,” says Darren.

“That doesn’t matter,” you say happily. “You’re here now. How have you been?”

“Not too well,” says Darren. “I’m actually recovering from a four-year battle with cancer.”

“Oh my!” you say in dismay.

“I seem to be in the clear now,” says Darren, “but it’s been pretty tough. I don’t know what I’d have done without Annabelle.”

Darren certainly looks much older than when you last saw him. “How are Douglas and Samantha?” you ask, relieved that your memory has not failed you on this occasion.

“Both very well,” says Darren.

“Doug and Colleen just became grandparents themselves actually,” says Annabelle. “Sarah – their younger daughter – just had a baby boy, about two months ago. His name’s Tommy. So you’re a great-great-grandfather!”

“My goodness!” you exclaim. “I don’t know if ... have I ever met Sarah?”

“Yes Dad, Doug and Colleen brought their girls to see you and Mum at your house in Worthing,” says Darren. “Several times, I think.”

“Oh dear,” you say. “I’m afraid my memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“Not to worry, Dad,” says Darren cheerfully. “Would you like me to draw you a family tree?”

“Yes please!” you reply. “That would be helpful.”

While Darren draws, it occurs to you that your son is seventy-six years old now – practically an old man himself. How the time has flown!

The rest of Darren’s visit passes very pleasantly. When Katrina brings in your tea at four o’clock, Darren and Annabelle get up to leave. “It’s been nice seeing you, Dad,” says your son. “We’ll have to drop by again soon.”

“That would be lovely,” you reply. But as Darren and Annabelle leave, you cannot help thinking that you have probably seen them for the last time.

“Well that was a nice surprise, wasn’t it?” says Katrina. “And if you’re not too tired, I’ve got another one and all.”

“Oh?” you inquire.

Then the door opens, and in walks almost the entire staff of the home. Amongst them is Ruth, who is carrying a cake.

“Happy Birthday to you...” they all begin singing. It is a surreal moment.

“My goodness ... my goodness...” is all you can think to say, as the singing continues.

When the song concludes, Katrina blows out the candles for you, then cuts the cake.

“Thank you all, so much,” you say, as you take a paper plate from Katrina.

“Here’s to your next hundred years, Charlie!” says Ken, prompting some laughter.

You chuckle. “Thank you, thank you,” you say. “You’re all most kind. I’m having a wonderful day!”

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” says Katrina, pulling out an envelope and handing it to you. “A little something from Her Majesty.”

You open it up; it is a card with a congratulatory message from the Queen. “How nice!” you say. “It’ll be her turn soon – I wonder if she’ll send a telegram to herself?”

Everyone laughs. Then Ken looks at his watch. “I should probably get back to work,” he says.

It seems the party is over; your guests disperse, and return to their jobs. Feeling quite tired after all the excitement, you close your eyes, and soon drift off to sleep.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your astonishment, she bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

Katrina, it turns out, is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... I don’t know how to thank you. That was so far above and beyond...”

She chuckles. “Well don’t expect it every day,” she says, blushing a little. “Happy Birthday, Mr Keating.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in undoing three of her buttons. Katrina, noticing what you are doing, chuckles and says, “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and have a feel.”

Encouraged, you...

caress her breasts through her bra.

slide your hands into the cups of her bra.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating. Did you have a nice birthday?”

“It was the best!” you reply earnestly.

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You place your hands on the cups of Katrina’s bra, and happily stroke them while she finishes straightening your pillows. You cannot help noticing that she is taking her time about it. Eventually, though, she stands up, and gently pushes your hands away. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, fastening her buttons. “Goodnight, Mr Keating. I hope you had a nice birthday.”

“It was the best!” you reply earnestly.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You slip your hands inside the cups of Katrina’s bra and grasp her soft breasts, gently tweaking her nipples between your fingers. She gasps, and straightens up, pulling your hands out of her bra. “Goodness, Mr Keating!” she says in exasperation. “I give you an inch, and you take a mile!” She buttons up her uniform, and adds, “Goodnight! I hope you enjoyed your birthday.”

“It was the best!” you reply earnestly.

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing, and gasps. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims. “Put that thing away!”

You grin as you put the iPad down. “Sorry,” you say with a chuckle, as Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds.

Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina chuckles. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the view.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says, swatting your hand away. “That’s enough of that.”

You reluctantly lower your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Making your life bearable – well it’s my raison d’etre, innit? Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “I don’t need any help from you in that department! Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, paying thorough but gentle attention to your healing sore spots. Afterwards, she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Nice try!” she says, doing her buttons back up. “But no. Game over, Mr Keating.” She gets to her feet and excuses herself.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. But you have barely closed your eyes when there is a knock at your door.

“Come in!” you say.

The door opens, and in walks – to your great surprise – your son, Darren, and his wife, Annabelle. “Darren!” you say, your face cracking into a broad smile. “How nice to see you!”

“Hello Dad,” says Darren. “You’re looking well.”

“Happy Birthday!” says Annabelle. “My goodness, you don’t look a hundred, I must say!”

“Sorry it’s been so long since our last visit,” says Darren.

“That doesn’t matter,” you say happily. “You’re here now. How have you been?”

“Not too well,” says Darren. “I’m actually recovering from a four-year battle with cancer.”

“Oh my!” you say in dismay.

“I seem to be in the clear now,” says Darren, “but it’s been pretty tough. I don’t know what I’d have done without Annabelle.”

Darren certainly looks much older than when you last saw him. “How are Douglas and Samantha?” you ask, relieved that your memory has not failed you on this occasion.

“Both very well,” says Darren.

“Doug and Colleen just became grandparents themselves actually,” says Annabelle. “Sarah – their younger daughter – just had a baby boy, about two months ago. His name’s Tommy. So you’re a great-great-grandfather!”

“My goodness!” you exclaim. “I don’t know if ... have I ever met Sarah?”

“Yes Dad, Doug and Colleen brought their girls to see you and Mum at your house in Worthing,” says Darren. “Several times, I think.”

“Oh dear,” you say. “I’m afraid my memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“Not to worry, Dad,” says Darren cheerfully. “Would you like me to draw you a family tree?”

“Yes please!” you reply. “That would be helpful.”

While Darren draws, it occurs to you that your son is seventy-six years old now – practically an old man himself. How the time has flown!

The rest of Darren’s visit passes very pleasantly. When Katrina brings in your tea at four o’clock, Darren and Annabelle get up to leave. “It’s been nice seeing you, Dad,” says your son. “We’ll have to drop by again soon.”

“That would be lovely,” you reply. But as Darren and Annabelle leave, you cannot help thinking that you have probably seen them for the last time.

“Well that was a nice surprise, wasn’t it?” says Katrina. “And if you’re not too tired, I’ve got another one and all.”

“Oh?” you inquire.

Then the door opens, and in walks almost the entire staff of the home. Amongst them is Ruth, who is carrying a cake.

“Happy Birthday to you...” they all begin singing. It is a surreal moment.

“My goodness ... my goodness...” is all you can think to say, as the singing continues.

When the song concludes, Katrina blows out the candles for you, then cuts the cake.

“Thank you all, so much,” you say, as you take a paper plate from Katrina.

“Here’s to your next hundred years, Charlie!” says Ken, prompting some laughter.

You chuckle. “Thank you, thank you,” you say. “You’re all most kind. I’m having a wonderful day!”

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” says Katrina, pulling out an envelope and handing it to you. “A little something from Her Majesty.”

You open it up; it is a card with a congratulatory message from the Queen. “How nice!” you say. “It’ll be her turn soon – I wonder if she’ll send a telegram to herself?”

Everyone laughs. Then Ken looks at his watch. “I should probably get back to work,” he says.

It seems the party is over; your guests disperse, and return to their jobs. Feeling quite tired after all the excitement, you close your eyes, and soon drift off to sleep.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your astonishment, she bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

Katrina, it turns out, is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... I don’t know how to thank you. That was so far above and beyond...”

She chuckles. “Well don’t expect it every day,” she says, blushing a little. “Happy Birthday, Mr Keating.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “I’d scandalise the neighbourhood if I shortened it any more!” she says, doing her buttons back up. “Sorry, but the game’s over.” She gets to her feet and excuses herself.

Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap. But you have barely closed your eyes when there is a knock at your door.

“Come in!” you say.

The door opens, and in walks – to your great surprise – your son, Darren, and his wife, Annabelle. “Darren!” you say, your face cracking into a broad smile. “How nice to see you!”

“Hello Dad,” says Darren. “You’re looking well.”

“Happy Birthday!” says Annabelle. “My goodness, you don’t look a hundred, I must say!”

“Sorry it’s been so long since our last visit,” says Darren.

“That doesn’t matter,” you say happily. “You’re here now. How have you been?”

“Not too well,” says Darren. “I’m actually recovering from a four-year battle with cancer.”

“Oh my!” you say in dismay.

“I seem to be in the clear now,” says Darren, “but it’s been pretty tough. I don’t know what I’d have done without Annabelle.”

Darren certainly looks much older than when you last saw him. “How are Douglas and Samantha?” you ask, relieved that your memory has not failed you on this occasion.

“Both very well,” says Darren.

“Doug and Colleen just became grandparents themselves actually,” says Annabelle. “Sarah – their younger daughter – just had a baby boy, about two months ago. His name’s Tommy. So you’re a great-great-grandfather!”

“My goodness!” you exclaim. “I don’t know if ... have I ever met Sarah?”

“Yes Dad, Doug and Colleen brought their girls to see you and Mum at your house in Worthing,” says Darren. “Several times, I think.”

“Oh dear,” you say. “I’m afraid my memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“Not to worry, Dad,” says Darren cheerfully. “Would you like me to draw you a family tree?”

“Yes please!” you reply. “That would be helpful.”

While Darren draws, it occurs to you that your son is seventy-six years old now – practically an old man himself. How the time has flown!

The rest of Darren’s visit passes very pleasantly. When Katrina brings in your tea at four o’clock, Darren and Annabelle get up to leave. “It’s been nice seeing you, Dad,” says your son. “We’ll have to drop by again soon.”

“That would be lovely,” you reply. But as Darren and Annabelle leave, you cannot help thinking that you have probably seen them for the last time.

“Well that was a nice surprise, wasn’t it?” says Katrina. “And if you’re not too tired, I’ve got another one and all.”

“Oh?” you inquire.

Then the door opens, and in walks almost the entire staff of the home. Amongst them is Ruth, who is carrying a cake.

“Happy Birthday to you...” they all begin singing. It is a surreal moment.

“My goodness ... my goodness...” is all you can think to say, as the singing continues.

When the song concludes, Katrina blows out the candles for you, then cuts the cake.

“Thank you all, so much,” you say, as you take a paper plate from Katrina.

“Here’s to your next hundred years, Charlie!” says Ken, prompting some laughter.

You chuckle. “Thank you, thank you,” you say. “You’re all most kind. I’m having a wonderful day!”

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” says Katrina, pulling out an envelope and handing it to you. “A little something from Her Majesty.”

You open it up; it is a card with a congratulatory message from the Queen. “How nice!” you say. “It’ll be her turn soon – I wonder if she’ll send a telegram to herself?”

Everyone laughs. Then Ken looks at his watch. “I should probably get back to work,” he says.

It seems the party is over; your guests disperse, and return to their jobs. Feeling quite tired after all the excitement, you close your eyes, and soon drift off to sleep.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your astonishment, she bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

Katrina, it turns out, is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... I don’t know how to thank you. That was so far above and beyond...”

She chuckles. “Well don’t expect it every day,” she says, blushing a little. “Happy Birthday, Mr Keating.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers grasp Katrina’s breasts through the soft, wire-supported material of her bra, and she chuckles.

“Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you reply, happily kneading her soft flesh.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “You really are incorrigible!” She smiles at you affectionately.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare in surprise at a delicious-looking fried breakfast. The smell of bacon fills your nostrils. Smiling, you say,

“I should turn a hundred more often!”

“This is wonderful! Thank you Katrina!”

Katrina’s bra is not much more than a blur at this short distance, but you can easily enough find the midpoint between its two cups. Hoping it is another front-fastener, you feel for a clasp, and are delighted to find one.

You manage to pop it open, then you slide your hands sideways, beneath the loose bra cups, and take hold of Katrina’s bare breasts. They feel amazing – warm, soft, squeezable...

“Mr Keating!” Katrina gasps, straightening up and refastening her bra.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes as she refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare in surprise at a delicious-looking fried breakfast. The smell of bacon fills your nostrils. Smiling, you say,

“I should turn a hundred more often!”

“This is wonderful! Thank you Katrina!”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You reply,

“Not significantly worse than usual, I suppose.”

“Fine thank you, Katrina.”

“That’s the spirit,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top three buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Glad to hear it!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top three buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

You quickly unfasten the top three buttons, then you hook your index fingers into her neckline and pull her uniform open, exposing much of her white bra.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and feels the tug of your fingers on her uniform. Glancing down, she sees the undone buttons, and smirks. “You’re a naughty man, Mr Keating,” she says, as she refastens her buttons. “Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“All right, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a chuckle. She finishes adjusting your pillows, then straightens up. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Well it’s no birthday fry-up,” she says, “but it’s better for you, at least.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a nice look at her panties, which remain in view as a little pink triangle even with her legs crossed. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Panty-pooping.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays some dance music ... and her sexy moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she actually hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you laugh and clap appreciatively, making her giggle.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you grin as you get a better look at her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right,” she says.

She chats with you for a while about her new fetish; she seems to have grown quite comfortable doing so. After a few minutes, you pluck up the courage to say, “I don’t suppose you need a poo now, do you?”

Katrina blushes, and grins. “I must admit,” she says, “doing it in front of you was fun. You really want to see me do it again?”

“Oh yes!” you say eagerly. “Although ... this time I’d really like to see your panties filling up...”

Katrina bites her lip, then nods. “Okay,” she says. She gets up, turns away from you, and pulls up the back of her uniform, fully exposing her pink panties to your delighted eyes. She squats slightly, then strains. Nothing happens for a few moments, and then she relaxes. “Sorry,” she says, “it’s a little difficult, knowing you’re watching.”

“Take your time,” you say, quite happy to simply stare at her panty-clad bottom for as long as it takes. “No hurry.”

She tries again, and this time has more success. Your eyes widen as a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; while you continue to watch, it grows larger and larger, tenting out the flimsy pink material, and pushing it downwards.

The bulge now expands quickly – sideways in both directions, as well as downwards and backwards. When it reaches the size of a large orange, however, it stops. “I don’t want to let out too much,” says Katrina. “I’m worried about it showing beneath my dress.”

You sigh happily. “Such a beautiful, sexy sight!” you say. “Thank you Katrina, this is amazing. Can I ... can I please take a photo?”

“No!” says Katrina firmly. “But I’ll be happy to do this again, assuming I don’t get caught.”

“Take my bedpan with you,” you suggest. “It’s empty, but anyone who smells your poo will assume it’s the bedpan.”

She nods. Then she straightens up, and tugs her uniform down. “Can you still see it?” she asks.

“No,” you report. “It’s covered.”

“Okay,” she says. “Here goes, then.” She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns. “Well that was easy,” she says, and then she giggles. “I’m such a naughty girl, aren’t I Mr Keating?”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

“Ha!” says Katrina, putting your bedpan back. “You wish! Anyway, I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left. “You win again, Mr Keating,” she says.

“We still have some time,” you point out, “and you have other buttons.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, which causes her uniform to gape a little more, though not enough to reveal anything.

You advance one of your own buttons, then say,

“And I’ll raise you one button.”

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and smirks. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She chuckles. “Having fun, are you?” she inquires, but she continues straightening your pillows while you massage her breasts. Finally she straightens up, and pushes your hands away. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says. “Goodnight.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing, and gasps. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims. “Put that thing away!”

You grin as you put the iPad down. “Sorry,” you say with a chuckle, as Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds.

Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina shivers. “Mr Keating!” she says in a low voice. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “I don’t mind you looking,” she says, swatting your hand away. “No touching though, all right?”

You reluctantly remove your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina smirks. “All right,” she says, unfastening another button. “I’ll call.”

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” you say.

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Oh dear,” she says.

“You still have more buttons!” you remark playfully.

Katrina undoes a third button, her uniform now gaping significantly. You can see part of her right bra cup. “Play on!” she says.

But she goes no further, and the game is quickly over. She fastens her buttons, gets to her feet, and excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Well done Mr Keating,” she says. “You win again.”

“Another hand?” you ask hopefully.

She chuckles. “Perhaps just one more,” she says, and she undoes another button while you deal. This hand, however, she happens to win, and she is fully buttoned-up by the time she excuses herself. She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You shrug, and reply,

“I’ve been better.”

“Very well, I dare say, for a man my age.”

“Of course you have, Mr Keating,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top three buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

Katrina laughs. “Yes indeed!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously begin undoing her buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

With practised ease, you undo first the top button, then the second, then the third, all without Katrina noticing. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you...

grab hold of her bra-clad breasts.

try to unfasten her bra.

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“All right, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a chuckle as she straightens up.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “Mmmm, nice panties.”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a nice look at her panties, which remain in view as a little pink triangle even with her legs crossed. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays some dance music ... and her sexy moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she actually hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you laugh and clap appreciatively, making her giggle.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you grin as you get a better look at her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina seems quite happy to chat about philosophy, and the two of you have an interesting and wide-ranging discussion. After half an hour or so, she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath.

First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left.

“I suppose you’ll have to use the buttons on your uniform now,” you suggest cheekily.

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, and the game continues. It is not long before all of her buttons are undone, and you can see part of her bra and panties, even though she is trying to keep her uniform closed.

“You win,” she says.

You reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose...

the uniform comes off.”

you have to shorten your uniform a bit more.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in undoing three of her buttons. Katrina, noticing what you are doing, chuckles and says, “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and have a feel.”

Encouraged, you...

caress her breasts through her bra.

slide your hands into the cups of her bra.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You place your hands on the cups of Katrina’s bra, and happily stroke them while she finishes straightening your pillows. You cannot help noticing that she is taking her time about it. Eventually, though, she stands up, and gently pushes your hands away. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, fastening her buttons. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You slip your hands inside the cups of Katrina’s bra and grasp her soft breasts, gently tweaking her nipples between your fingers. She gasps, and straightens up, pulling your hands out of her bra. “Goodness, Mr Keating!” she says in exasperation. “I give you an inch, and you take a mile!” She buttons up her uniform, and adds, “Goodnight!”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing, and gasps. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims. “Put that thing away!”

You grin as you put the iPad down. “Sorry,” you say with a chuckle.

Katrina chuckles. “Oh I suppose I don’t really mind if you take photos,” she says. “You wouldn’t show them to anyone, would you?”

“No, of course not,” you reply. “To whom would I show them?”

“Fair point,” she says, and she turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina chuckles. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the view.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says, swatting your hand away. “That’s enough of that.”

You reluctantly lower your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Nice try!” she says, doing her buttons back up. “But no. Game over, Mr Keating.” She gets to her feet and excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “I’d scandalise the neighbourhood if I shortened it any more!” she says, doing her buttons back up. “Sorry, but the game’s over.” She gets to her feet and excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers grasp Katrina’s breasts through the soft, wire-supported material of her bra, and she chuckles.

“Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you reply, happily kneading her soft flesh.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “You really are incorrigible!” She smiles at you affectionately.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina’s bra is not much more than a blur at this short distance, but you can easily enough find the midpoint between its two cups. Hoping it is another front-fastener, you feel for a clasp, and are delighted to find one.

You manage to pop it open, then you slide your hands sideways, beneath the loose bra cups, and take hold of Katrina’s bare breasts. They feel amazing – warm, soft, squeezable...

“Mr Keating!” Katrina gasps, straightening up and refastening her bra.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes as she refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You reply,

“Not significantly worse than usual, I suppose.”

“Fine thank you, Katrina.”

“That’s the spirit,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top three buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Glad to hear it!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top three buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

You quickly unfasten the top three buttons, then you hook your index fingers into her neckline and pull her uniform open, exposing much of her white bra.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and feels the tug of your fingers on her uniform. Glancing down, she sees the undone buttons, and smirks. “You’re a naughty man, Mr Keating,” she says, as she refastens her buttons. “Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“All right, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a chuckle. She finishes adjusting your pillows, then straightens up. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Well it’s no birthday fry-up,” she says, “but it’s better for you, at least.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a nice look at her panties, which remain in view as a little pink triangle even with her legs crossed. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Panty-pooping.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. After ten minutes of dutifully listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays some dance music ... and her sexy moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she actually hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you laugh and clap appreciatively, making her giggle.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you grin as you get a better look at her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right,” she says.

She chats with you for a while about her new fetish; she seems to have grown quite comfortable doing so. After a few minutes, you pluck up the courage to say, “I don’t suppose you need a poo now, do you?”

Katrina blushes, and grins. “Maybe!” she says mischievously. “As long as you don’t mind the smell...”

“I don’t!” you say eagerly.

Katrina shivers, then nods. “Okay,” she says. She gets up, turns away from you, and pulls up the back of her uniform, fully exposing her pink panties to your delighted eyes. She squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. When the bulge reaches the size of a large orange, however, it stops growing. “I don’t want it to get too big,” says Katrina.

You sigh happily. “Wonderful!” you say. “Thank you Katrina. May I please...

touch it?”

take a photo?”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left. “You win again, Mr Keating,” she says.

“We still have some time,” you point out, “and you have other buttons.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, which causes her uniform to gape a little more, though not enough to reveal anything.

You advance one of your own buttons, then say,

“And I’ll raise you one button.”

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and smirks. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She chuckles. “Having fun, are you?” she inquires, but she continues straightening your pillows while you massage her breasts. Finally she straightens up, and pushes your hands away. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says. “Goodnight.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing, and gasps. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims. “Put that thing away!”

You grin as you put the iPad down. “Sorry,” you say with a chuckle, as Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds.

Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina shivers. “Not now, Mr Keating,” she says in a low voice. “Maybe later.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “I don’t mind you looking,” she says, swatting your hand away. “No touching though, all right?”

You reluctantly remove your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina smirks. “All right,” she says, unfastening another button. “I’ll call.”

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” you say.

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Oh dear,” she says.

“You still have more buttons!” you remark playfully.

Katrina undoes a third button, her uniform now gaping significantly. You can see part of her right bra cup. “Play on!” she says.

But she goes no further, and the game is quickly over. She fastens her buttons, gets to her feet, and excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina lays down her hand, and you lay down yours. “Well done Mr Keating,” she says. “You win again.”

“Another hand?” you ask hopefully.

She chuckles. “Perhaps just one more,” she says, and she undoes another button while you deal. She loses this hand, and the next, much to your delight, leaving her with no more buttons remaining fastened.

“I seem to have run out,” she says, with little giggle of embarrassment as she holds the two sides of her uniform together.

You grin. “Katrina, you’ve done a poo in your panties in front of me,” you remark. “Are you really now shy about me seeing your undies?”

She laughs. “Fair point!” she says. “I suppose it’s just habit.” She stands up, and pulls her uniform wide open. “Is this better?” she asks innocently.

Overjoyed, you look her up and down, drinking in the sight of her lovely form, from her ample breasts crammed into a lace-trimmed white bra, down her soft, slightly bulging belly, to her pink panties that stretch from one hip to the other and curve downward over the subtle mound of her pussy, disappearing between her generous thighs. “Wow!” you murmur appreciatively. “What a beautiful body!”

She giggles, and closes the uniform. “Thank you,” she says. “I know I have a few extra pounds to spare...”

“Not a bit of it!” you reply. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”

She blushes as she fastens her buttons. “That’s very nice to hear,” she says. “Thank you Mr Keating.” Then she bends down, and kisses your cheek. “I’d best get going.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Ugh, Mr Keating!” says Katrina with a shudder. “No, that’s just too weird.” Then she straightens up, and tugs her uniform down. “Is it covered?”

“Yes,” you confirm.

“Okay,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl.”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As hilarious as that would be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“No!” says Katrina firmly. Then she straightens up, and tugs her uniform down. “Is it covered?”

“Yes,” you confirm.

“Okay,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl.”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As hilarious as that would be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You shrug, and reply,

“I’ve been better.”

“Very well, I dare say, for a man my age.”

“Of course you have, Mr Keating,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone, without Katrina noticing. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you...

grab hold of her bra-clad breasts.

try to unfasten her bra.

Katrina laughs. “Yes indeed!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone, without Katrina noticing. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you...

grab hold of her bra-clad breasts.

try to unfasten her bra.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers grasp Katrina’s breasts through the soft, wire-supported material of her bra, and she chuckles.

“Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you reply, happily kneading her soft flesh.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina’s bra is not much more than a blur at this short distance, but you can easily enough find the midpoint between its two cups. Hoping it is another front-fastener, you feel for a clasp, and are delighted to find one.

You manage to pop it open, then you slide your hands sideways, beneath the loose bra cups, and take hold of Katrina’s bare breasts. They feel amazing – warm, soft, squeezable...

“Mr Keating!” Katrina exclaims, exasperated, as she straightens up and refastens her bra.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes as she refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “Mmmm, nice panties.”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a nice look at her panties, which remain in view as a little pink triangle even with her legs crossed. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again. “And ... may I take photos this time?”

She laughs. “I suppose so,” she says. “And videos too, if you want – as long as you promise not to put them on YouTube!”

“I promise!” you say.

After ten minutes of listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays some dance music ... and her sexy moves frequently reveal her pink panties, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, while she is twerking, she actually hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you sigh happily, and Katrina giggles.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...?”

She chats with you about current events for half an hour or so, then she excuses herself. As she uncrosses her legs, you grin as you get a better look at her panties. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina seems quite happy to chat about philosophy, and the two of you have an interesting and wide-ranging discussion. After half an hour or so, she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left.

“I suppose you’ll have to use the buttons on your uniform now,” you suggest cheekily.

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, and the game continues. It is not long before all of her buttons are undone, and you can see part of her bra and panties, even though she is trying to keep her uniform closed.

“You win,” she says.

You reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose...

the uniform comes off.”

you have to shorten your uniform a bit more.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in undoing three of her buttons. Katrina, noticing what you are doing, chuckles and says, “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and have a feel.”

Encouraged, you...

caress her breasts through her bra.

slide your hands into the cups of her bra.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You place your hands on the cups of Katrina’s bra, and happily stroke them while she finishes straightening your pillows. You cannot help noticing that she is taking her time about it. Eventually, though, she stands up, and gently pushes your hands away. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, fastening her buttons. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You slip your hands inside the cups of Katrina’s bra and grasp her soft breasts, gently tweaking her nipples between your fingers. She gasps, and straightens up, pulling your hands out of her bra. “Goodness, Mr Keating!” she says in exasperation. “I give you an inch, and you take a mile!” She buttons up her uniform, and adds, “Goodnight!”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina chuckles. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the view.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says, swatting your hand away. “That’s enough of that.”

You reluctantly lower your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina smirks. “I suppose it won’t make much difference,” she says. “You’re already quite well acquainted with my underwear.”

“Okay!” you say excitedly. You deal the cards, and hope for a favourable outcome.

As luck would have it, you win the hand, and Katrina chuckles. “All right then,” she says. She gets to her feet and shrugs off her uniform, letting it fall to the floor behind her chair.

Overjoyed, you look her up and down, drinking in the sight of her lovely form, from her ample breasts crammed into a lace-trimmed white bra, down her soft, slightly bulging belly, to her pink panties that stretch from one hip to the other and curve downward over the subtle mound of her pussy, disappearing between her generous thighs. “Wow!” you murmur appreciatively. “What a beautiful body!”

She giggles, and crouches to pick up her uniform. “Thank you,” she says, as she puts it back on. “I know I have a few extra pounds to spare...”

“Not a bit of it!” you reply. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”

She blushes as she fastens her buttons. “That’s very nice to hear,” she says. “Thank you Mr Keating.” Then she bends down, and kisses your cheek. “I’d best get going.” She puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “I’d scandalise the neighbourhood if I shortened it any more!” she says, doing her buttons back up. “Sorry, but the game’s over.” She gets to her feet and excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You reply,

“Not significantly worse than usual, I suppose.”

“Fine thank you, Katrina.”

“That’s the spirit,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top three buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Glad to hear it!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top three buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

You quickly unfasten the top three buttons, then you hook your index fingers into her neckline and pull her uniform open, exposing much of her white bra.

But at this point, having finished with your pillows, Katrina straightens up, and feels the tug of your fingers on her uniform. Glancing down, she sees the undone buttons, and smirks. “You’re a naughty man, Mr Keating,” she says, as she refastens her buttons. “Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“All right, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a chuckle. She finishes adjusting your pillows, then straightens up. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Well it’s no birthday fry-up,” she says, “but it’s better for you, at least.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and your loins stir at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. As the music plays, her sexy moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you laugh and clap appreciatively, making her giggle.

After the fourth song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina shivers, then nods. “All right,” she says. She gets up, turns away from you, and pulls up the back of her uniform, fully exposing her pink panties to your delighted eyes. She squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. When the bulge reaches the size of a large orange, however, it stops growing. “I don’t want it to get too big,” says Katrina.

You sigh happily. “Wonderful!” you say. “Thank you Katrina. May I please...

touch it?”

take a photo?”

“A photo shoot?” says Katrina in surprise. “With me as the subject, I suppose?”

“Of course,” you reply with a smile. “Would you be willing to pose for a few pics?”

Katrina shrugs. “Sure, I don’t mind,” she says. “How do you want me?”

You direct her through a handful of innocent poses, but you are keen to spice things up. You smile mischievously, and say, “Now, how about you...

face away from me, bend over, and look back at me with a seductive smile?”

undo a few buttons, and slip your uniform off one shoulder?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened.

“We still have a little time,” you remark. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose,

you take off your uniform.”

I get to keep your bra for the rest of the day.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina laughs. “I don’t mind flashing my panties at you, Mr Keating,” she says, “but I’m not sure I want evidence of it on your iPad! Let’s keep it PG.”

“Of course, certainly,” you say, feeling a little disappointed.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Well that’s a little risqué, Mr Keating,” she says, “but all right.” She unfastens three buttons, and tugs her uniform down off her left shoulder, exposing part of her bra.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now how about a couple more buttons, and both shoulders?”

She smirks. “I see where this is going,” she says, “but while I don’t mind showing you my undies on occasion, I’m not sure I want evidence of it on your iPad! Let’s keep it PG.”

“Of course, certainly,” you say, feeling a little disappointed.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right,” she says. “Nothing you haven’t seen before, I suppose.”

You win the next hand. Blushing a little, Katrina stands up and shrugs out of her uniform, letting it fall to the floor. “Ta daa,” she says.

You sigh happily as you look her up and down. “What a lovely sight you are!” you say.

Katrina smiles. She lets you stare at her bra and panties for a few more moments, then she says, “Okay, time to go.” She puts her uniform back on, and buttons it up. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “No, I don’t think so, Mr Keating! I think we’d better just call it quits right there. I’d best be going, anyway.” She fastens all of her buttons, and gets up from the chair. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and smirks. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She chuckles. “Having fun, are you?” she inquires, but she continues straightening your pillows while you massage her breasts. Finally she straightens up, and pushes your hands away. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says. “Goodnight.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing, and gasps. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims. “Put that thing away!”

You grin as you put the iPad down. “Sorry,” you say with a chuckle, as Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds.

Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina shivers. “Not now, Mr Keating,” she says in a low voice. “Maybe later.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “I don’t mind you looking,” she says, swatting your hand away. “No touching though, all right?”

You reluctantly remove your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Ugh, Mr Keating!” says Katrina with a shudder. “No, that’s just too weird.” Then she straightens up, and tugs her uniform down. “Is it covered?”

“Yes,” you confirm.

“Okay,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl.”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As hilarious as that would be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“No!” says Katrina firmly. Then she straightens up, and tugs her uniform down. “Is it covered?”

“Yes,” you confirm.

“Okay,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl.”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As hilarious as that would be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You shrug, and reply,

“I’ve been better.”

“Very well, I dare say, for a man my age.”

“Of course you have, Mr Keating,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone, without Katrina noticing. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you...

grab hold of her bra-clad breasts.

try to unfasten her bra.

Katrina laughs. “Yes indeed!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone, without Katrina noticing. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you...

grab hold of her bra-clad breasts.

try to unfasten her bra.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers grasp Katrina’s breasts through the soft, wire-supported material of her bra, and she chuckles.

“Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you reply, happily kneading her soft flesh.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina’s bra is not much more than a blur at this short distance, but you can easily enough find the midpoint between its two cups. Hoping it is another front-fastener, you feel for a clasp, and are delighted to find one.

You manage to pop it open, then you slide your hands sideways, beneath the loose bra cups, and take hold of Katrina’s bare breasts. They feel amazing – warm, soft, squeezable...

“Mr Keating!” Katrina exclaims, exasperated, as she straightens up and refastens her bra.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes as she refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “Mmmm, nice panties.”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Of course!” says Katrina, dragging over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner. She positions it in the middle of the room, facing you, and sits down, crossing her left leg over her right. This gives you a nice look at her panties, which remain in view as a little pink triangle even with her legs crossed. “What would you like to talk about?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Music.”

“Current events.”

“Philosophy.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. She drags over the little armchair which normally resides in the corner, and positions it next to your bed, facing you. Fetching a deck of cards from your cupboard, she sits down, then asks, “What are we playing?”

You scratch your bearded chin for a moment, then reply,

“Rummy.”

“Poker.”

“Knockout Whist.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin. “You want to do some more listening, too?”

“Absolutely,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought of seeing her dancing again. “And ... may I take photos this time?”

She laughs. “I suppose so,” she says. “And videos too, if you want – as long as you promise not to put them on YouTube!”

“I promise!” you say.

After ten minutes of listening to some light classical music, Katrina plays some dance music ... and her sexy moves frequently reveal her pink panties, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, while she is twerking, she actually hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you sigh happily, and Katrina giggles.

After the second song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Oh, let me think,” says Katrina thoughtfully. “What’s happening in the world...? Oh – well, this isn’t exactly a current event, but I just started watching a TV show that I think you’ll love. It’s called The Crown – it’s about the early years of Queen Elizabeth’s reign.”

“Oh?” you say. “First or second?”

“Second,” Katrina replies. “It’s on Netflix, which you can’t get on your TV; you’ll have to watch it on your iPad. Want me to show you how?”

“Yes please,” you say.

She quickly pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and signs in with her own account. Then she finds The Crown, and starts the first episode. As you watch, intrigued, Katrina looks at the screen over your shoulder. After a while, though, she says, “Here, budge up.”

You shift yourself over a bit, and Katrina climbs on to the bed next to you, leaning back against your pillows. With the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch the program for a while, until with a sigh she says, “Well, I should go. Are you enjoying it?”

You pause the program. “Very much!” you say. “And I’m enjoying watching it with you. Same time tomorrow, perhaps?”

Katrina smiles. “Sure! If you don’t mind waiting that long.” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina seems quite happy to chat about philosophy, and the two of you have an interesting and wide-ranging discussion. After half an hour or so, she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals ten cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left.

“I suppose you’ll have to use the buttons on your uniform now,” you suggest cheekily.

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, and the game continues. It is not long before all of her buttons are undone, and you can see her bra and panties.

“You win,” she says.

You reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose...

the uniform comes off.”

you have to shorten your uniform a bit more.”

“Okay!” says Katrina. She deals seven cards each, and the game begins.

After half an hour or so, she excuses herself, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in undoing three of her buttons. Katrina, noticing what you are doing, chuckles and says, “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and have a feel.”

Encouraged, you...

caress her breasts through her bra.

slide your hands into the cups of her bra.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You place your hands on the cups of Katrina’s bra, and happily stroke them while she finishes straightening your pillows. You cannot help noticing that she is taking her time about it. Eventually, though, she stands up, and gently pushes your hands away. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, fastening her buttons. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You slip your hands inside the cups of Katrina’s bra and grasp her soft breasts, gently tweaking her nipples between your fingers. She gasps, and straightens up, pulling your hands out of her bra. “Goodness, Mr Keating!” she says in exasperation. “I give you an inch, and you take a mile!” She buttons up her uniform, and adds, “Goodnight!”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

Katrina chuckles. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the view.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says, swatting your hand away. “That’s enough of that.”

You reluctantly lower your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

have a little chat.”

play a card game.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina smirks. “All right,” she says. You deal the cards, and hope for the best. Fortunately, you win the hand. Katrina gets to her feet and shrugs off her uniform, letting it fall to the floor behind her chair.

Overjoyed, you drink in the sight of her bra-clad breasts, her soft belly, her pink panties, and her generous thighs. “Beautiful!” you murmur appreciatively.

She giggles. “Thank you,” she says. She stoops to pick up her uniform, and puts it back on. “I’d best get going.” She fastens all of her buttons, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “I’d scandalise the neighbourhood if I shortened it any more!” she says, doing her buttons back up. “Sorry, but the game’s over.” She gets to her feet and excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You reply,

“Not significantly worse than usual, I suppose.”

“Fine thank you, Katrina.”

“That’s the spirit,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top three buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Glad to hear it!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you...

surreptitiously undo her top three buttons.

bury your face between her breasts.

You quickly undo the top three buttons, and pull her uniform open, exposing much of her white bra. Then, since she is still working on your pillows, you...

grab hold of her breasts through her bra.

attempt to unfasten her bra.

You lift your head, pressing your face between Katrina’s ample breasts. You can feel their warmth and softness, even through her uniform, with your cheeks.

“All right, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a chuckle. She finishes adjusting your pillows, then straightens up. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Well it’s no birthday fry-up,” she says, “but it’s better for you, at least.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and your loins stir at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. As the music plays, her sexy moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you laugh and clap appreciatively, making her giggle.

After the fourth song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina shivers, then nods. “All right,” she says. She gets up, turns away from you, and pulls up the back of her uniform, fully exposing her pink panties to your delighted eyes. She squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. When the bulge reaches the size of a large orange, however, it stops growing. “I don’t want it to get too big,” says Katrina.

You sigh happily. “Wonderful!” you say. “Thank you Katrina. May I please...

touch it?”

take a photo?”

“Another photo shoot?” inquires Katrina, amused. “I don’t see why not. How do you want me?”

You direct her through a handful of innocent poses, but you are keen to spice things up. You smile mischievously, and say, “Now, how about you...

face away from me, bend over, and look back at me with a seductive smile?”

undo a few buttons, and slip your uniform off one shoulder?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened.

“We still have a little time,” you remark. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose,

you take off your uniform.”

I get to keep your bra for the rest of the day.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina chuckles. “I’d rather you didn’t have such a photo of me on your iPad, Mr Keating,” she says. “Sorry.”

“Of course, certainly,” you say, feeling a little disappointed.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says. She unfastens three buttons, and tugs her uniform down off her left shoulder, exposing part of her bra.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now how about a couple more buttons, and both shoulders?”

She smirks. “I see where this is going,” she says, “but I don’t want my undies on your iPad. Sorry.”

“Of course, certainly,” you say, feeling a little disappointed.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right,” she says. “Nothing you haven’t seen before, I suppose.”

You win the next hand. Blushing a little, Katrina stands up and shrugs out of her uniform, letting it fall to the floor. “Ta daa,” she says.

You sigh happily as you look her up and down. “What a lovely sight you are!” you say.

Katrina smiles. She lets you stare at her bra and panties for a few more moments, then she says, “Okay, time to go.” She puts her uniform back on, and buttons it up. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “No, I don’t think so, Mr Keating! I think we’d better just call it quits right there. I’d best be going, anyway.” She fastens all of her buttons, and gets up from the chair. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and smirks. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She chuckles. “Having fun, are you?” she inquires, but she continues straightening your pillows while you massage her breasts. Finally she straightens up, and pushes your hands away. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says. “Goodnight.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing, and gasps. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims. “Put that thing away!”

You grin as you put the iPad down. “Sorry,” you say with a chuckle, as Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds.

Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina shivers. “Not now, Mr Keating,” she says in a low voice. “Maybe later.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “I don’t mind you looking,” she says, swatting your hand away. “No touching though, all right?”

You reluctantly remove your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Ugh, Mr Keating!” says Katrina with a shudder. “No, that’s just too weird.” Then she straightens up, and tugs her uniform down. “Is it covered?”

“Yes,” you confirm.

“Okay,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl.”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As hilarious as that would be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“No!” says Katrina firmly. Then she straightens up, and tugs her uniform down. “Is it covered?”

“Yes,” you confirm.

“Okay,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl.”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As hilarious as that would be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina’s breasts feel warm and soft through her bra cups. She gasps and straightens up. “Naughty man!” she says, seeming more amused than annoyed as she refastens her buttons. “Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

You slide your hands into her uniform, reaching around behind her back from both sides. Katrina gasps, then giggles as she straightens up. “If you’re trying to undo my bra, Mr Keating,” she says, “the joke’s on you – all of my bras fasten at the front.”

“Oh!” you say. “Bother.”

“Mind you, I probably shouldn’t have mentioned that,” muses Katrina. “Anyway, let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You shrug, and reply,

“I’ve been better.”

“Very well, I dare say, for a man my age.”

“Of course you have, Mr Keating,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone, without Katrina noticing. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you...

grab hold of her bra-clad breasts.

try to unfasten her bra.

Katrina laughs. “Yes indeed!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone, without Katrina noticing. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you...

grab hold of her bra-clad breasts.

try to unfasten her bra.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers grasp Katrina’s breasts through the soft, wire-supported material of her bra, and she chuckles.

“Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you reply, happily kneading her soft flesh.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina’s bra is not much more than a blur at this short distance, but you can easily enough find the midpoint between its two cups. Hoping it is another front-fastener, you feel for a clasp, and are delighted to find one.

You manage to pop it open, then you slide your hands sideways, beneath the loose bra cups, and take hold of Katrina’s bare breasts. They feel amazing – warm, soft, squeezable...

“Mr Keating!” Katrina exclaims, exasperated, as she straightens up and refastens her bra.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes as she refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “Mmmm, nice panties.”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a slight smirk. “I suppose you’ll be wanting to take photos and videos of me dancing...?”

“Of course,” you reply, your loins stirring at the thought.

She laughs. “Just promise me you won’t put them on YouTube!”

“I promise!” you say.

Katrina puts on some dance music ... and her sexy moves frequently reveal her pink panties, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you sigh happily, and Katrina giggles.

After the fourth song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. “The Crown, again?”

“Absolutely!” you reply.

“Budge up, then,” says Katrina, and you shift yourself over a bit. She climbs on to the bed and sits down next to you, then she pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and starts playing The Crown from where you left off last time.

With the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch the program for half an hour, until with a sigh she says, “Well, I should go. Still enjoying it?”

You pause the program. “Very much!” you say.

Katrina smiles. “Good!” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

You are still a better player than Katrina, and after twenty minutes, she has no buttons left.

“You’ll have to use the buttons on your uniform now,” you say with a grin.

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, and the game continues. It is not long before all of her buttons are undone, and you can see her bra and panties.

“You win,” she says.

You reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose...

the uniform comes off.”

you have to shorten your uniform a bit more.”

Katrina stares at you in surprise. “Tiddlywinks?” she inquires. “Whatever made you think of suggesting that?”

“Why not?” you respond. “I was the regional tiddlywinks champion in 1959, you know.”

“You were not,” retorts Katrina. “There’s no such thing.”

“There is!” you insist. “I was really rather good! Of course, my hands aren’t quite as coordinated as they used to be, but I dare say I can give you a decent game.”

“We do have a tiddlywinks set,” Katrina admits. “But how would we make it work? You need a flat surface, like a table. And you’re bedridden.”

“You can set up a meal tray on my lap,” you suggest. “It lies pretty flat. It’s not ideal, but I think it’ll work.”

Katrina snaps her fingers. “Better than that,” she says. “I’ll be right back.”

Two minutes later, she returns pushing an overbed table, with the tiddlywinks box on top. “Will this do?” she asks, sliding the base of the table under your bed, so that the tabletop is positioned a few inches above your lap.

“Perfect!” you say. “Why haven’t I seen this before? It would make meals a lot easier.”

“We only have two,” Katrina explains, “and we reserve them for residents who are ... let’s say, more prone to spillages.”

You open up the box and set up the game, with the red pot in the centre. “What colours do you want?” you inquire.

“Colours?” she asks. “We don’t get just one each?”

“Not in the two-player game,” you tell her. “We get two colours each, and alternate as we play.”

“I’ll take green and yellow,” she says.

“Red and blue for me, then,” you say. “Let’s begin!”

As the two of you play, you explain various rules to her, such as not being allowed to play a wink that is partially covered by another wink. She is actually rather good, once she gets used to it, and you find that age has considerably diminished your own skills, so that you are fairly evenly matched.

But then you overshoot the pot with one of your winks, and it bounces over the edge of the table, falling to the floor on the right-hand side of the bed. “Oops!” you say.

Katrina moves to fetch it, but realises she cannot get to the far side of the bed, since your chest of drawers is barely two inches from the foot of your bed. “I’ll have to climb over the bed to get that,” she says.

“Leave it,” you reply. “It’s out of play.”

You finish the game, and win by a narrow margin. By this point, two further tiddlywinks – one of yours and one of Katrina’s – have been lost in the same manner as the first.

Katrina pulls the table away from the bed. “Time to fetch the wandering winks,” she says. She climbs on to the bed, then leans over you, so that her knees are on one side of your lap and her hands are planted on the other side. Peering down at the floor, she says, “Oh, I see them.” She lies down flat, reaching down with one arm to retrieve the winks.

This means of course that her bottom, barely covered by her uniform, is rather temptingly positioned right in front of you. Her weight pressing down on your thighs is a little uncomfortable, but you are not about to object. Your eyes widening, you...

grasp the hem of her uniform, and pull it up to expose her bottom.

put your hands on her buttocks, and squeeze them through her uniform.

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina smirks. “All right,” she says. You deal the cards, and hope for the best. Fortunately, you win the hand. Katrina gets to her feet and shrugs off her uniform, letting it fall to the floor behind her chair.

Overjoyed, you drink in the sight of her bra-clad breasts, her soft belly, her pink panties, and her generous thighs. “Beautiful!” you murmur appreciatively.

She giggles. “Thank you,” she says. She stoops to pick up her uniform, and puts it back on. “I’d best get going.” She fastens all of her buttons, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “It’s an exciting idea,” she says, doing her buttons back up, “but I don’t want to cause a scandal. Sorry, but the game’s over.” She gets to her feet and excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as you pull up her uniform. “Hey!” she says.

You grin at her panty-clad buttocks. “What a lovely bottom you have!” you remark.

Katrina struggles back on to the bed. “Naughty man,” she reproves you, pushing herself off the other side and tugging her uniform down. “I should’ve known you would take advantage!” Then she chuckles. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as you give her bottom a squeeze. “Hey!” she says.

You grin as you massage her buttocks. “I’m just holding you steady, so you don’t slide off the bed,” you explain.

Katrina snorts, then she struggles back on to the bed. “Naughty man!” she reproves you, pushing herself off the other side. “Holding me steady – yeah right!” She chuckles. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in undoing three of her buttons. Katrina, noticing what you are doing, chuckles and says, “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and have a feel.”

Encouraged, you...

caress her breasts through her bra.

slide your hands into the cups of her bra.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You place your hands on the cups of Katrina’s bra, and happily stroke them while she finishes straightening your pillows. You cannot help noticing that she is taking her time about it. Eventually, though, she stands up, and gently pushes your hands away. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, fastening her buttons. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You slip your hands inside the cups of Katrina’s bra and grasp her soft breasts, gently tweaking her nipples between your fingers. She gasps, and straightens up, pulling your hands out of her bra. “Goodness, Mr Keating!” she says in exasperation. “I give you an inch, and you take a mile!” She buttons up her uniform, and adds, “Goodnight!”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the view.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says, swatting your hand away. “That’s enough of that.”

You reluctantly lower your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You reply,

“Not significantly worse than usual, I suppose.”

“Fine thank you, Katrina.”

“That’s the spirit,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Knowing that she only wears front-fastening bras, you then reach into her uniform, find the clasp between her bra cups, and pop it open. Before she has time to react, you...

pull her uniform and bra wide open.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Glad to hear it!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Knowing that she only wears front-fastening bras, you then reach into her uniform, find the clasp between her bra cups, and pop it open. Before she has time to react, you...

pull her uniform and bra wide open.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina squeals as her entire chest becomes exposed. She is too close to your elderly eyes for her breasts to be anything but a blur, but fortunately she pulls back away from you at this point, and you briefly get a nice glimpse of her lovely breasts before she clutches her uniform closed.

“Naughty man!” she scolds you. She refastens her bra, then begins doing up her buttons. “You’ve got some deft fingers there, though! You do keep me on my toes, Mr Keating!”

“Your breasts are beautiful!” you tell her.

“That’s as may be,” she says sternly. “But thank you. Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your hands close around Katrina’s ample breasts; they feel soft, warm, and deliciously squeezable. “Mr Keating!” she squeals, pulling away and clutching her uniform closed.

“Sorry,” you say with an impish grin.

“You’re very naughty!” she scolds you. She refastens her bra, then begins doing up her buttons. “You’ve got some deft fingers there, though! You do keep me on my toes, Mr Keating!”

“I wouldn’t want your job to get boring,” you say, grinning.

She chuckles. “Let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Well it’s no birthday fry-up,” she says, “but it’s better for you, at least.” She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and your loins stir at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

She does not disappoint. As the music plays, her sexy moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you laugh and clap appreciatively, making her giggle.

After the fourth song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina shivers, then nods. “All right,” she says. She gets up, turns away from you, and pulls up the back of her uniform, fully exposing her pink panties to your delighted eyes. She squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. When the bulge reaches the size of a large orange, however, it stops growing. “I don’t want it to get too big,” says Katrina.

You sigh happily. “Wonderful!” you say. “Thank you Katrina. May I please...

touch it?”

take a photo?”

“Another photo shoot?” inquires Katrina, amused. “I don’t see why not. How do you want me?”

You direct her through a handful of innocent poses, but you are keen to spice things up. You smile mischievously, and say, “Now, how about you...

face away from me, bend over, and look back at me with a seductive smile?”

undo a few buttons, and slip your uniform off one shoulder?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened.

“We still have a little time,” you remark. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose,

you take off your uniform.”

I get to keep your bra for the rest of the day.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina chuckles. “I’d rather you didn’t have such a photo of me on your iPad, Mr Keating,” she says. “Sorry.”

“Of course, certainly,” you say, feeling a little disappointed.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says. She unfastens three buttons, and tugs her uniform down off her left shoulder, exposing part of her bra.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now how about a couple more buttons, and both shoulders?”

She smirks. “I see where this is going,” she says, “but I don’t want my undies on your iPad. Sorry.”

“Of course, certainly,” you say, feeling a little disappointed.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right,” she says. “Nothing you haven’t seen before, I suppose.”

You win the next hand. Blushing a little, Katrina stands up and shrugs out of her uniform, letting it fall to the floor. “Ta daa,” she says.

You sigh happily as you look her up and down. “What a lovely sight you are!” you say.

Katrina smiles. She lets you stare at her bra and panties for a few more moments, then she says, “Okay, time to go.” She puts her uniform back on, and buttons it up. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “No, I don’t think so, Mr Keating! I think we’d better just call it quits right there. I’d best be going, anyway.” She fastens all of her buttons, and gets up from the chair. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and smirks. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She chuckles. “Having fun, are you?” she inquires, but she continues straightening your pillows while you massage her breasts. Finally she straightens up, and pushes your hands away. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says. “Goodnight.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing, and gasps. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims. “Put that thing away!”

You grin as you put the iPad down. “Sorry,” you say with a chuckle. “I promise I won’t show the photos to anyone, if that helps.”

“Yeah, I know you wouldn’t,” replies Katrina, turning her attention back to the blinds. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina shivers. “Not now, Mr Keating,” she says in a low voice. “Maybe later.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “I don’t mind you looking,” she says, swatting your hand away. “No touching though, all right?”

You reluctantly remove your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Ugh, Mr Keating!” says Katrina with a shudder. “No, that’s just too weird.” Then she straightens up, and tugs her uniform down. “Is it covered?”

“Yes,” you confirm.

“Okay,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl.”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As hilarious as that would be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“No!” says Katrina firmly. Then she straightens up, and tugs her uniform down. “Is it covered?”

“Yes,” you confirm.

“Okay,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl.”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As hilarious as that would be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Another photo shoot?” inquires Katrina, amused. “I don’t see why not. How do you want me?”

You direct her through a handful of innocent poses, but you are keen to spice things up. You smile mischievously, and say, “Now, how about you...

face away from me, bend over, and look back at me with a seductive smile?”

undo a few buttons, and slip your uniform off one shoulder?”

Katrina chuckles. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says. She unfastens three buttons, and tugs her uniform down off her left shoulder, exposing part of her bra.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now how about a couple more buttons, and both shoulders?”

She smirks. “I see where this is going,” she says, “but I’d rather you didn’t have photos of my undies on your iPad.”

“I already have photos of your panties on my iPad,” you point out. “And I’ve promised not to show them to anyone.”

“I suppose I do trust you on that,” Katrina admits. She purses her lips for a moment, then grins. “All right – since I do have your promise, I’m up for a bit of risqué fun.” She undoes the rest of the buttons on her uniform, then shrugs out of it, and pulls it together beneath her exposed bra. “How about this?”

“Wonderful!” you say eagerly. “Give me a mischievous smile.”

She does so, and you take a photo. As she continues to strike poses for you, she reveals more and more skin, and soon her uniform comes off entirely. You take several more photos of her in just her bra, panties and shoes, but eventually she giggles and grabs her uniform. “Okay, that’s enough!” she says. “This was fun, though.”

“Perhaps we could do it again?” you suggest hopefully.

She smiles as she buttons herself up. “I don’t see why not. It was silly of me to be paranoid about having underwear photos on your iPad. I really don’t mind ... I do enjoy a bit of naughty fun, and if it brings you some pleasure, so much the better! Anyway, I’d better get going.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You shrug, and reply,

“I’ve been better.”

“Very well, I dare say, for a man my age.”

“Of course you have, Mr Keating,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone, without Katrina noticing. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you...

grab hold of her bra-clad breasts.

try to unfasten her bra.

Katrina laughs. “Yes indeed!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone, without Katrina noticing. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you...

grab hold of her bra-clad breasts.

try to unfasten her bra.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers grasp Katrina’s breasts through the soft, wire-supported material of her bra, and she chuckles.

“Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you reply, happily kneading her soft flesh.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina’s bra is not much more than a blur at this short distance, but you can easily enough find the midpoint between its two cups. Hoping it is another front-fastener, you feel for a clasp, and are delighted to find one.

You manage to pop it open, then you slide your hands sideways, beneath the loose bra cups, and take hold of Katrina’s bare breasts. They feel amazing – warm, soft, squeezable...

“Mr Keating!” Katrina exclaims, exasperated, as she straightens up and refastens her bra.

“Sorry,” you say with a sheepish grin.

She rolls her eyes as she refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “Mmmm, nice panties.”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a slight smirk. “I suppose you’ll be wanting to take photos and videos of me dancing...?”

“Of course,” you reply, your loins stirring at the thought.

She laughs. “Just promise me you won’t put them on YouTube!”

“I promise!” you say.

Katrina puts on some dance music ... and her sexy moves frequently reveal her pink panties, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you sigh happily, and Katrina giggles.

After the fourth song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. “The Crown, again?”

“Absolutely!” you reply.

“Budge up, then,” says Katrina, and you shift yourself over a bit. She climbs on to the bed and sits down next to you, then she pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and starts playing The Crown from where you left off last time.

With the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch the program for half an hour, until with a sigh she says, “Well, I should go. Still enjoying it?”

You pause the program. “Very much!” you say.

Katrina smiles. “Good!” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

You are still a better player than Katrina, and after twenty minutes, she has no buttons left.

“You’ll have to use the buttons on your uniform now,” you say with a grin.

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, and the game continues. It is not long before all of her buttons are undone, and you can see her bra and panties.

“You win,” she says.

You reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose...

the uniform comes off.”

you have to shorten your uniform a bit more.”

Katrina chuckles. “Tiddlywinks again?” she says. “All right then, I’ll go and get it, along with the table.”

Two minutes later, she returns pushing an overbed table, with the tiddlywinks box on top. She slides the base of the table under your bed, so that the tabletop is positioned a few inches above your lap. You open up the box and set up the game, with the red pot in the centre. “Same colours as last time?” you inquire.

“Yup, that’s fine,” she confirms.

“Excellent,” you say. “Then let’s begin!”

The two of you start playing, but it is not long before you overshoot the pot with one of your winks; it bounces over the edge of the table, falling to the floor on the right-hand side of the bed. “Oops!” you say. “Leave it for now.”

You win the game by a narrow margin. By this point, a few other winks have been lost in the same manner as the first.

Katrina pulls the table away from the bed. “Time to fetch the wandering winks,” she says. She climbs on to the bed, then leans over you, so that her knees are on one side of your lap and her hands are planted on the other side. Peering down at the floor, she says, “I see them.” She lies down flat, reaching down with one arm to retrieve the winks.

This means of course that her bottom, barely covered by her uniform, is rather temptingly positioned right in front of you. Her weight pressing down on your thighs is a little uncomfortable, but you are not about to object. Smiling, you...

grasp the hem of her uniform, and pull it up to expose her bottom.

put your hands on her buttocks, and squeeze them through her uniform.

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina smirks. “All right,” she says. You deal the cards, and hope for the best. Fortunately, you win the hand. Katrina gets to her feet and shrugs off her uniform, letting it fall to the floor behind her chair.

Overjoyed, you drink in the sight of her bra-clad breasts, her soft belly, her pink panties, and her generous thighs. “Beautiful!” you murmur appreciatively.

She giggles. “Thank you,” she says. She stoops to pick up her uniform, and puts it back on. “I’d best get going.” She fastens all of her buttons, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “It’s an exciting idea,” she says, doing her buttons back up, “but I don’t want to cause a scandal. Sorry, but the game’s over.” She gets to her feet and excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as you pull up her uniform. “Good grief, Mr Keating, you’re incorrigible!” she says. But she continues to retrieve winks from the floor, while you stare happily at her panty-clad buttocks. When she finally struggles back on to the bed, she raises an eyebrow at you. “Get a nice look, did you?”

You grin. “Yes indeed,” you confirm. “Your bottom is lovely!”

She chuckles as she dismounts from the bed and tugs her uniform down. “Well thank you,” she says. “Anyway I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as you give her bottom a squeeze. “Really, Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You grin as you massage her buttocks. “Just holding you steady,” you explain.

Katrina finishes retrieving the fallen winks, then she struggles back on to the bed. “Naughty man!” she reproves you, as she dismounts from the other side. “Holding me steady indeed!” She chuckles. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully, then, to your delight, she once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She straightens up, fetches a tissue, and discreetly spits out your ejaculate before tossing the tissue into the bin.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Though I can’t promise I’ll do it every day.”

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in undoing three of her buttons. Katrina, noticing what you are doing, chuckles and says, “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and have a feel.”

Encouraged, you...

caress her breasts through her bra.

slide your hands into the cups of her bra.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You place your hands on the cups of Katrina’s bra, and happily stroke them while she finishes straightening your pillows. You cannot help noticing that she is taking her time about it. Eventually, though, she stands up, and gently pushes your hands away. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, fastening her buttons. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You slip your hands inside the cups of Katrina’s bra and grasp her soft breasts, gently tweaking her nipples between your fingers. She gasps, and straightens up, pulling your hands out of her bra. “Goodness, Mr Keating!” she says in exasperation. “I give you an inch, and you take a mile!” She buttons up her uniform, and adds, “Goodnight!”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina. Her breasts felt so good in your hands... Wanting to see her again, you reach for your iPad, only to accidentally knock it on to the floor. “Hell’s bells,” you mutter. Not wanting to have to answer awkward questions from the night staff about your iPad, you decide to retrieve it yourself. You have done this sort of thing before, though it is not easy. With a struggle, you turn yourself over, and reach down to the floor with your right hand.

But the iPad is farther away from the bed than you anticipated. You reach as far as you can ... and then find yourself slipping. “Oh no!” you cry, as you slide out of bed, your useless body slumping on to the floor. You hit your head, and wrench your shoulder, and you cry out in pain.

Stunned, you lie in a heap, awkwardly twisted, with your head wedged between the bed and your bedside table. “Help!” you groan. “Help!”

You cannot reach your panic button. You try to move, but cannot. Feeling helpless and miserable, you call and call again ... but nobody hears you.

You spend a sleepless and uncomfortable night.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the view.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says, swatting your hand away. “That’s enough of that.”

You reluctantly lower your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You reply,

“Not significantly worse than usual, I suppose.”

“Fine thank you, Katrina.”

“That’s the spirit,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Knowing that she only wears front-fastening bras, you then reach into her uniform, find the clasp between her bra cups, and pop it open. Before she has time to react, you...

pull her uniform and bra wide open.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Glad to hear it!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Knowing that she only wears front-fastening bras, you then reach into her uniform, find the clasp between her bra cups, and pop it open. Before she has time to react, you...

pull her uniform and bra wide open.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina squeals as her entire chest becomes exposed. She is too close to your elderly eyes for her breasts to be anything but a blur, but fortunately she pulls back away from you at this point, and you briefly get a nice glimpse of her lovely breasts before she clutches her uniform closed.

“Naughty man!” she scolds you. She refastens her bra, then begins doing up her buttons. “You’ve got some deft fingers there, though! You do keep me on my toes, Mr Keating!”

“Your breasts are beautiful!” you tell her.

“That’s as may be,” she says sternly. “But thank you. Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your hands close around Katrina’s ample breasts; they feel soft, warm, and deliciously squeezable. “Mr Keating!” she squeals, pulling away and clutching her uniform closed.

“Sorry,” you say with an impish grin.

“You’re very naughty!” she scolds you. She refastens her bra, then begins doing up her buttons. “You’ve got some deft fingers there, though! You do keep me on my toes, Mr Keating!”

“I wouldn’t want your job to get boring,” you say, grinning.

She chuckles. “Let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Oh, it’s not that bad,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and your loins stir at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

“May I take photos...?” you ask hopefully.

She laughs. “Yes, Mr Keating, you can take photos. And videos, if you like.”

You excitedly switch on your iPad, and start the camera app. As the music plays, Katrina dances, and her sexy moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch and video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you quietly cheer in appreciation, making her giggle.

After the fourth song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina shivers, then nods. “All right,” she says.

“And may I take some photos...?” you ask hopefully.

She shakes her head. “Not of this,” she says firmly. “I have to draw the line somewhere.”

“Okay,” you say, nodding.

She gets up, turns away from you, and pulls up the back of her uniform, fully exposing her pink panties to your delighted eyes. She squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. When the bulge reaches the size of a large orange, however, it stops growing.

“Wonderful!” you say happily. Then you add,

“May I touch it?”

“Can you do any more?”

“Sure,” says Katrina with a smile. “How do you want me?”

As you direct her through a handful of poses, you bid her unfasten more and more buttons, until her uniform is fully undone. Then you have her take it off, along with her shoes.

After taking a couple of quite tasteful underwear shots, you say, “Now, please could you sit on the chair, facing me, and...

undo your bra?”

spread your legs apart?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened, and then she loses the uniform entirely, leaving her in just her bra, panties, and shoes.

“We still have a little time,” you remark. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose,

you agree to shorten your uniform.”

you take off your bra.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina hesitates, then she unclasps the front of her bra, and holds each side between her finger and thumb, with her wrists firmly clamped against the cups.

“Excellent!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you...

pretend you’re taking your bra off?”

let go with your hands, and lean forward a bit?”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina hesitates, then she spreads her knees apart, so that her thighs form an angle of about sixty degrees.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you lean back,

lift your feet high up, and hold on to the backs of your thighs with your hands?”

and tuck your right hand inside the front of your panties?”

Katrina chuckles. “I don’t think so,” she says. “I’d lose all credibility and authority if I shortened it any more. Sorry, but game over.” She puts her uniform back on, and buttons it up. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “No, I don’t think so, Mr Keating! I think we’d better just call it quits right there. I’d best be going, anyway.” She puts her uniform back on, and buttons it up. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and smirks. “Nighty-night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She chuckles. “Having fun, are you?” she inquires, but she continues straightening your pillows while you massage her breasts. Finally she straightens up, and pushes your hands away. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says. “Goodnight.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing. “Getting some nice photos there, Mr Keating!” she inquires, amused.

You grin as you take another photo. “Wonderful photos, yes,” you reply.

Katrina chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, enabling you to take an even better photo of her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina shivers. “Not now, Mr Keating,” she says in a low voice. “Maybe later.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “I don’t mind you looking,” she says, swatting your hand away. “No touching though, all right?”

You reluctantly remove your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She retrieves your bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Ugh, Mr Keating!” says Katrina with a shudder. “No, that’s just too weird.” Then she straightens up, and tugs her uniform down. “Is it covered?”

“Yes,” you confirm.

“Okay,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl.”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As hilarious as that would be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina shivers. “If I do any more, it might show beneath my uniform,” she says.

“The bathroom isn’t far away,” you remark. “Just take a peek out of the door before you leave, and then walk quickly. You’ll be fine.”

She bites her lip. “I hope I don’t regret this,” she mutters, and she begins to strain again. After a moment, the bulge in her panties starts sagging downwards, quickly at first, and then more slowly as fresh poo fills out the spaces around her first expulsion. The bulge grows outwards, and soon has reached the size of a grapefruit. “That’s enough!” she gasps. “How does it look?”

“Fabulous!” you reply excitedly. “So sexy!”

She tugs her uniform down. “How about now?” she asks.

Her poo-filled pink panties are sagging about an inch below the hem of her uniform. “Also extremely sexy!” you tell her. “Wow.”

“I meant how noticeable is it,” she says, with a little shudder. “But I suppose you answered that.” She looks at you quizzically. “Does it really look sexy?”

“If you’d let me take a photo,” you say, “I could show you.”

She thinks for a moment. “All right,” she says. “Go ahead.”

Joyfully, you take a photo of Katrina’s peeping, bulging panties. “And one with the uniform lifted?” you suggest.

She hesitates, then nods. She pulls her uniform up to fully expose her panties, and you take another photo. “All right, let me see them,” she says.

You show her the photos. “I suppose they look how I expected them to look,” she says. “You really think it looks sexy?”

“Yes!” you reply. “Don’t you?”

“I do, actually,” she admits. “I mean, it’s hard for me to assess my own sexiness, but I do like the look of my panties with a lot of poo in them.” She giggles.

“May I please keep these photos?” you ask her. “They’re just so wonderful ... and you know I won’t show them to anyone.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right,” she says. “I suppose it’s fine. But I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As fun as that might be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Isn’t that what I’m doing, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“I just mean, pull the two sides out a bit...” you explain.

She shakes her head, and refastens her bra. “That’s as far as I’m going, sorry,” she says.

“Okay, no problem,” you say.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “I think not, Mr Keating,” she says, refastening her bra. “I know what you’re hoping for, and no.”

“Okay, no problem,” you say. Foiled!

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “I don’t think so, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “That’s a little too naughty a pose.”

“Fair enough,” you say, slightly disappointed.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina smirks. “No, that’s a little too sexual, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “Nice try, but let’s keep it clean.”

“Right,” you say, nodding. “Absolutely.”

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

You are feeling cold and terribly uncomfortable when daylight illuminates your room. Unable to reach your bedpan, you have peed in your pyjamas.

Eventually, the door opens, and Katrina enters. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims in horror. She rushes to your side and kneels down to check you over. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

“It was stupid,” you mumble. “The iPad fell on the floor and I was trying to get it. I have some bruises – nothing serious though, I don’t think.”

“Bruises are bad enough at your age!” says Katrina. “Come on – let’s get you back into bed.”

She is surprisingly strong. She gently hoists you off the floor, and helps you into your bed. Panting, she says, “Where does it hurt?”

You point out your sore spots, and she checks you over. “You got off lightly,” she reports. “Nothing serious. But poor Mr Keating, lying there all night! Let’s get you out of those wet pyjamas.”

Once she has washed and changed you, she says, “Feeling better now?”

You cannot stop shivering. “Better, but still cold,” you say.

Katrina purses her lips. Then she unbuttons her uniform, and takes it off, along with her shoes. “Move over,” she says.

With an effort, you shift yourself over towards the far edge of the bed. To your surprise and delight, Katrina then climbs under the covers, and lies down next to you, cuddling up against you with her arm around your middle. She is wonderfully warm. “Oh, that feels good,” you sigh. “Thank you Katrina. Thank you so much.”

Five minutes later, you have stopped shivering and are feeling much better. So much better, in fact, that you are getting quite aroused by Katrina’s presence in your bed. This is not lost on Katrina, whose thigh is lying across your pelvis. She straightens out her leg, then she reaches down inside your pyjama bottoms, and takes hold of your penis.

“Want me to take care of that for you?” she inquires softly.

“You’ve been so wonderfully generous already,” you reply, “but ... if you’re willing...”

She slowly begins to stroke your shaft, bringing you to full hardness. Wrapping her hand around your cock, she starts to pump it with increasing speed.

“Ohhhh ... ohhh god!” you gasp.

It feels heavenly, and your excitement steadily mounts over the next couple of minutes. Then you gasp, “I’m about to come!”

Quickly, Katrina lifts up the sheets and ducks her head down inside. You feel her lips close around your penis, and her tongue caress its tip. With a groan, you climax, spurting your semen into her mouth. She continues sucking you for a while, then she comes up for air, and resumes her former position next to you.

“Did you ... swallow?” you ask in surprise.

She nods. “I really don’t mind swallowing it,” she says. “I’ve always enjoyed giving blowjobs, to be honest. But you’re the only beneficiary these days.” She sighs. “Anyway, if you’re feeling better, we should get you some food.” She climbs out of the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You shrug, and reply,

“Old.”

“Much better now you’re here.”

“Hardly surprising!” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone, without Katrina noticing. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you...

grab hold of her bra-clad breasts.

try to unfasten her bra.

Katrina smiles. “That’s nice to hear!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone, without Katrina noticing. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you...

grab hold of her bra-clad breasts.

try to unfasten her bra.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers grasp Katrina’s breasts through the soft, wire-supported material of her bra, and she chuckles.

“Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you reply, happily kneading her soft flesh.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

You manage to pop open the clasp, then you slide your hands sideways, beneath the loose bra cups, and take hold of Katrina’s bare breasts. They feel amazing – warm, soft, squeezable...

“Really, Mr Keating,” Katrina says sternly, as she finishes adjusting your pillows. Then she straightens up and refastens her bra and buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and start taking photos.

say, “Mmmm, nice panties.”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a slight smirk. “I suppose you’ll be wanting to take photos and videos of me dancing...?”

“Of course,” you reply, your loins stirring at the thought.

She laughs. “Just promise me you won’t put them on YouTube!”

“I promise!” you say.

Katrina puts on some dance music ... and her sexy moves frequently reveal her pink panties, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you sigh happily, and Katrina giggles.

After the fourth song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. “The Crown, again?”

“Absolutely!” you reply.

“Budge up, then,” says Katrina, and you shift yourself over a bit. She climbs on to the bed and sits down next to you, then she pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and starts playing The Crown from where you left off last time.

With the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch the program for half an hour, until with a sigh she says, “Well, I should go. Still enjoying it?”

You pause the program. “Very much!” you say.

Katrina smiles. “Good!” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

You are still a better player than Katrina, and after twenty minutes, she has no buttons left.

“You’ll have to use the buttons on your uniform now,” you say with a grin.

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, and the game continues. It is not long before all of her buttons are undone, and her uniform is lying on the floor behind her chair.

“You win,” she says.

You reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose...

the bra comes off.”

you have to shorten your uniform a bit more.”

Katrina chuckles. “Tiddlywinks again?” she says. “All right then, I’ll go and get it, along with the table.”

Two minutes later, she returns pushing an overbed table, with the tiddlywinks box on top. She slides the base of the table under your bed, so that the tabletop is positioned a few inches above your lap. You open up the box and set up the game, with the red pot in the centre. “Same colours as last time?” you inquire.

“Yup, that’s fine,” she confirms.

“Excellent,” you say. “Then let’s begin!”

The two of you start playing, but it is not long before you overshoot the pot with one of your winks; it bounces over the edge of the table, falling to the floor on the right-hand side of the bed. “Oops!” you say. “Leave it for now.”

You win the game by a narrow margin. By this point, a few other winks have been lost in the same manner as the first.

Katrina pulls the table away from the bed. “Time to fetch the wandering winks,” she says. She climbs on to the bed, then leans over you, so that her knees are on one side of your lap and her hands are planted on the other side. Peering down at the floor, she says, “I see them.” She lies down flat, reaching down with one arm to retrieve the winks.

This means of course that her bottom, barely covered by her uniform, is rather temptingly positioned right in front of you. Her weight pressing down on your thighs is a little uncomfortable, but you are not about to object. Smiling, you...

grasp the hem of her uniform, and pull it up to expose her bottom.

put your hands on her buttocks, and squeeze them through her uniform.

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina smirks. “Cheeky monkey,” she says. “But what the heck – I’m feeling lucky.”

“All right!” you say exultantly.

You deal the cards, and hope for the best. Unfortunately, Katrina wins the hand. She laughs, then she retrieves her uniform and puts it back on. “Sorry Mr Keating,” she says. “Better luck next time.” She fastens all of her buttons, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “It’s an exciting idea,” she says, doing her buttons back up, “but I don’t want to cause a scandal. Sorry, but the game’s over.” She gets to her feet and excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles as you pull up her uniform. “All right, Mr Keating, have a nice look,” she says. She continues to retrieve winks from the floor, while you stare happily at her panty-clad buttocks. When she finally struggles back on to the bed, she smirks at you. “Have fun, did you?”

You grin. “Yes indeed,” you confirm.

She chuckles as she dismounts from the bed and tugs her uniform down. “Well I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as you give her bottom a squeeze. “Really, Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You grin as you massage her buttocks. “Just holding you steady,” you explain.

Katrina finishes retrieving the fallen winks, then she struggles back on to the bed. “Naughty man!” she reproves you, as she dismounts from the other side. “Holding me steady indeed!” She chuckles. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in undoing three of her buttons. Katrina, noticing what you are doing, chuckles and says, “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and have a feel.”

Encouraged, you...

caress her breasts through her bra.

slide your hands into the cups of her bra.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You place your hands on the cups of Katrina’s bra, and happily stroke them while she finishes straightening your pillows. You cannot help noticing that she is taking her time about it. Eventually, though, she stands up, and gently pushes your hands away. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, fastening her buttons. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You slip your hands inside the cups of Katrina’s bra and grasp her soft breasts, gently tweaking her nipples between your fingers. “Oi, stop that!” she says, but you continue kneading her supple flesh until she straightens up and pulls your hands out of her bra. “Such a naughty man,” she mutters, as she buttons up her uniform. “Goodnight!”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the view.”

“Why always pink?” you inquire. “If I may ask?”

Katrina pauses her blinds-wrangling. “I’m a creature of habit,” she says. “In certain ways, at least. But there’s a little more to it, I suppose. My mother was a militantly feminist – which was great, don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of her for the fights she fought ... but I don’t agree with all of her notions. When I was a little girl, she wouldn’t let me play with dolls, or wear pink clothes, or do anything that she felt was symptomatic of the Patriarchy enforcing gender stereotypes. It was a little oppressive.

“So, as soon as I was old enough to buy my own clothes, I secretly bought some pink panties, which I wore under my boyish outer clothes. I loved those panties – wearing them finally allowed me to feel like a girl – but of course my mum eventually found them, and threw them out. I was really pissed off about that, for a long time. When I went off to college, one of the first things I did was go to Debenhams and buy twenty identical pairs of pink panties. I then threw out all of my other panties, and I’ve been wearing pink ones ever since.”

“Interesting!” you say. “Have you ever considered pink thongs?”

She laughs. “I have worn a few of those,” she says. “Why, would you like to see me in a thong? What a question – of course you would. Hmm. Well, I’ll think about it.” She resumes working on the blinds, while you continue to enjoy staring up at her panties.

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” she chides you, but the temptation to misbehave is too great, and you begin caressing and squeezing her thigh. With each upward stroke, your hand gets closer and closer to Katrina’s panties, until at last she reaches down and pushes your hand away. “Enough!” she says firmly.

You reluctantly lower your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You reply,

“Not significantly worse than usual, I suppose.”

“Fine thank you, Katrina.”

“That’s the spirit,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Knowing that she only wears front-fastening bras, you then reach into her uniform, find the clasp between her bra cups, and pop it open. Before she has time to react, you...

pull her uniform and bra wide open.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Glad to hear it!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Knowing that she only wears front-fastening bras, you then reach into her uniform, find the clasp between her bra cups, and pop it open. Before she has time to react, you...

pull her uniform and bra wide open.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina squeals as her entire chest becomes exposed. She is too close to your elderly eyes for her breasts to be anything but a blur, but fortunately she pulls back away from you at this point, and you briefly get a nice glimpse of her lovely breasts before she clutches her uniform closed.

“Naughty man!” she scolds you. She refastens her bra, then begins doing up her buttons. “You’ve got some deft fingers there, though! You do keep me on my toes, Mr Keating!”

“Your breasts are beautiful!” you tell her.

“That’s as may be,” she says sternly. “But thank you. Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your hands close around Katrina’s ample breasts; they feel soft, warm, and deliciously squeezable. “Mr Keating!” she squeals, pulling away and clutching her uniform closed.

“Sorry,” you say with an impish grin.

“You’re very naughty!” she scolds you. She refastens her bra, then begins doing up her buttons. “You’ve got some deft fingers there, though! You do keep me on my toes, Mr Keating!”

“I wouldn’t want your job to get boring,” you say, grinning.

She chuckles. “Let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Oh, it’s not that bad,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and your loins stir at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

“May I take photos...?” you ask hopefully.

She laughs. “Yes, Mr Keating, you can take photos. And videos, if you like.”

You excitedly switch on your iPad, and start the camera app. As the music plays, Katrina dances, and her sexy moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch and video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you quietly cheer in appreciation, making her giggle.

After the fourth song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina grins. “All right,” she says.

“And may I take photos...?” you ask hopefully.

“I suppose so,” she says with a chuckle. She gets up, turns away from you, and pulls up the back of her uniform, fully exposing her pink panties to your delighted eyes. She squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. As you video the event on your iPad, Katrina keeps pushing more and more poo out, until the bulge reaches the size of a large grapefruit.

“Wonderful!” you say happily. Then you add,

“May I touch it?”

“Would you mind posing for a couple more photos?”

“Sure,” says Katrina with a smile. “How do you want me?”

As you direct her through a handful of poses, you bid her unfasten more and more buttons, until her uniform is fully undone. Then you have her take it off, along with her shoes.

After taking a couple of quite tasteful underwear shots, you say, “Now, please could you sit on the chair, facing me, and...

undo your bra?”

spread your legs apart?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened, and then she loses the uniform entirely, leaving her in just her bra, panties, and shoes.

“We still have a little time,” you remark. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose,

you agree to shorten your uniform.”

you take off your bra.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina hesitates, then she unclasps the front of her bra, and holds each side between her finger and thumb, with her wrists firmly clamped against the cups.

“Excellent!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you...

pretend you’re taking your bra off?”

let go with your hands, and lean forward a bit?”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina hesitates, then she spreads her knees apart, so that her thighs form an angle of about sixty degrees.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you lean back,

lift your feet high up, and hold on to the backs of your thighs with your hands?”

and tuck your right hand inside the front of your panties?”

Katrina chuckles. “I don’t think so,” she says. “I’d lose all credibility and authority if I shortened it any more. Sorry, but game over.” She puts her uniform back on, and buttons it up. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “No, I don’t think so, Mr Keating! I think we’d better just call it quits right there. I’d best be going, anyway.” She puts her uniform back on, and buttons it up. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you...

sneak a little peek into the neckline of her uniform.

reach up with both hands and grasp her breasts.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your short-distance vision is not what it once was, but as you crane your neck to peer into Katrina’s neckline, you see a blurry white shape that you realise must be her bra.

As Katrina pulls away, she notices you grinning, and smirks. “Not going for the grope this time, then?” she inquires, amused.

“No, I was just trying to have a little look,” you confess. “Not that there’s much point – I really can’t see much at such a short distance.”

“Well, you know, if you fancy a look, you only need to ask,” says Katrina, with a mischievous smile. “You’ve seen plenty of me by now – I’m hardly going to begrudge you a look at my bra before bedtime.”

“Oh!” you say, surprised by this offer. “Well ... may I please see your bra? And your panties?”

She laughs. “Panties too? I suppose you’ve seen plenty of those by now and all. All right.” She unfastens the buttons on her uniform, then, to your delight, takes it off completely.

Staring happily at Katrina’s underwear, you remark, “You’re a work of art, Katrina, truly you are. What a beautiful body!”

She grins. “Wow, such high praise! I should get my kit off for you more often.”

“Yes please!” you agree, laughing. “I must say, Katrina, you’re in a playful mood this evening!”

She chuckles. “I suppose I am,” she says. “It’s probably just sexual frustration. Not having a boyfriend – it’s not fun. A girl has needs, you know? I enjoy being appreciated, wanted ... and right now, you’re the only man who’s giving me that.”

“I’d give you more, if I could,” you tell her sincerely.

“I know you would,” she says with an affectionate smile. She picks up her uniform and puts it back on. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You bring your hands up, cup Katrina’s breasts through her uniform, and give them a gentle squeeze. She chuckles. “Having fun, are you?” she inquires, but she continues straightening your pillows while you massage her breasts. Finally she straightens up, and pushes your hands away. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says. “Goodnight.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing. “Getting some nice photos there, Mr Keating!” she inquires, amused.

You grin as you take another photo. “Wonderful photos, yes,” you reply.

Katrina chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, enabling you to take an even better photo of her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina shivers. “Not now, Mr Keating,” she says in a low voice. “Maybe later.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “I don’t mind you looking,” she says, swatting your hand away. “No touching though, all right?”

You reluctantly remove your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“Ugh, Mr Keating!” says Katrina with a shudder. “No, that’s just too weird.” Then she straightens up, and tugs her uniform down. “Is it covered?”

“Yes,” you confirm.

“Okay,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl.”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As fun as that might be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina looks back at you with one eyebrow raised. “What do you have in mind?” she asks.

You think for a moment, then say, “Perhaps you could...

take your uniform off?”

lie down on the floor, on your side?”

Katrina chuckles. “Isn’t that what I’m doing, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“I just mean, pull the two sides out a bit...” you explain.

She shakes her head, and refastens her bra. “That’s as far as I’m going, sorry,” she says.

“Okay, no problem,” you say.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “I think not, Mr Keating,” she says, refastening her bra. “I know what you’re hoping for, and no.”

“Okay, no problem,” you say. Foiled!

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “I don’t think so, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “That’s a little too naughty a pose.”

“Fair enough,” you say, slightly disappointed.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina smirks. “No, that’s a little too sexual, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “Nice try, but let’s keep it clean.”

“Right,” you say, nodding. “Absolutely.”

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina shakes her head. “I don’t think so, Mr Keating,” she says. “I think that’s enough photos. I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As fun as that might be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina purses her lips. “All right,” she says. She carefully lies down on her side, with her legs bent, and her bottom pointing towards you.

You grin at her bulging panties. “Excellent,” you say, taking a photo. “Now can you raise your left leg up...?”

Katrina chuckles. “No, I think that’s enough photos. I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She gets up, grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As fun as that might be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You shrug, and reply,

“Old.”

“Much better now you’re here.”

“Hardly surprising!” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone, without Katrina noticing. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you...

grab hold of her bra-clad breasts.

try to unfasten her bra.

Katrina smiles. “That’s nice to hear!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone, without Katrina noticing. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you...

grab hold of her bra-clad breasts.

try to unfasten her bra.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers grasp Katrina’s breasts through the soft, wire-supported material of her bra, and she chuckles.

“Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you reply, happily kneading her soft flesh.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

You manage to pop open the clasp, then you slide your hands sideways, beneath the loose bra cups, and take hold of Katrina’s bare breasts. They feel amazing – warm, soft, squeezable...

“Really, Mr Keating,” Katrina says sternly, as she finishes adjusting your pillows. Then she straightens up and refastens her bra and buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and start taking photos.

say, “Have you thought any more about switching to thongs?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a slight smirk. “I suppose you’ll be wanting to take photos and videos of me dancing...?”

“Of course,” you reply, your loins stirring at the thought.

She laughs. “Just promise me you won’t put them on YouTube!”

“I promise!” you say.

Katrina puts on some dance music ... and her sexy moves frequently reveal her pink panties, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you sigh happily, and Katrina giggles.

After the fourth song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. “Budge up, then.”

You shift yourself over a bit, and she climbs on to the bed and sits down next to you. Then she pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and starts playing The Crown from where you left off last time.

With the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch the program for half an hour, until with a sigh she says, “Well, I should go. Still enjoying it?”

You pause the program. “Very much!” you say.

Katrina smiles. “Good!” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

You are still a better player than Katrina, and after twenty minutes, she has no buttons left.

“You’ll have to use the buttons on your uniform now,” you say with a grin.

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, and the game continues. It is not long before all of her buttons are undone, and her uniform is lying on the floor behind her chair.

“You win,” she says.

You reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose...

the bra comes off.”

you have to shorten your uniform a bit more.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then,” she says. “I’ll go and get it, along with the table.”

Two minutes later, she returns pushing an overbed table, with the tiddlywinks box on top. She slides the base of the table under your bed, so that the tabletop is positioned a few inches above your lap. You open up the box and set up the game, with the red pot in the centre. “Same colours as last time?” you inquire.

“Yup, that’s fine,” she confirms.

“Excellent,” you say. “Then let’s begin!”

The two of you start playing, but it is not long before you overshoot the pot with one of your winks; it bounces over the edge of the table, falling to the floor on the right-hand side of the bed. “Oops!” you say. “Leave it for now.”

You win the game by a narrow margin. By this point, a few other winks have been lost in the same manner as the first.

Katrina pulls the table away from the bed. “Time to fetch the wandering winks,” she says. She climbs on to the bed, then leans over you, so that her knees are on one side of your lap and her hands are planted on the other side. Peering down at the floor, she says, “I see them.” She lies down flat, reaching down with one arm to retrieve the winks.

This means of course that her bottom, barely covered by her uniform, is rather temptingly positioned right in front of you. Her weight pressing down on your thighs is a little uncomfortable, but you are not about to object. Smiling, you...

grasp the hem of her uniform, and pull it up to expose her bottom.

put your hands on her buttocks, and squeeze them through her uniform.

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina smirks. “Cheeky monkey,” she says. “But what the heck – I’m feeling lucky.”

“All right!” you say exultantly.

You deal the cards, and hope for the best. Unfortunately, Katrina wins the hand. She laughs, then she retrieves her uniform and puts it back on. “Sorry Mr Keating,” she says. “Better luck next time.” She fastens all of her buttons, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “It’s an exciting idea,” she says, doing her buttons back up, “but I don’t want to cause a scandal. Sorry, but the game’s over.” She gets to her feet and excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles as you pull up her uniform. “All right, Mr Keating, have a nice look,” she says. She continues to retrieve winks from the floor, while you stare happily at her panty-clad buttocks. When she finally struggles back on to the bed, she smirks at you. “Have fun, did you?”

You grin. “Yes indeed,” you confirm.

She chuckles as she dismounts from the bed and tugs her uniform down. “Well I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as you give her bottom a squeeze. “Really, Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You grin as you massage her buttocks. “Just holding you steady,” you explain.

Katrina finishes retrieving the fallen winks, then she struggles back on to the bed. “Naughty man!” she reproves you, as she dismounts from the other side. “Holding me steady indeed!” She chuckles. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in undoing three of her buttons. Katrina, noticing what you are doing, chuckles and says, “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and have a feel.”

Encouraged, you...

caress her breasts through her bra.

slide your hands into the cups of her bra.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You place your hands on the cups of Katrina’s bra, and happily stroke them while she finishes straightening your pillows. You cannot help noticing that she is taking her time about it. Eventually, though, she stands up, and gently pushes your hands away. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, fastening her buttons. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You slip your hands inside the cups of Katrina’s bra and grasp her soft breasts, gently tweaking her nipples between your fingers. “Oi, stop that!” she says, but you continue kneading her supple flesh until she straightens up and pulls your hands out of her bra. “Such a naughty man,” she mutters, as she buttons up her uniform. “Goodnight!”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “A bit, Mr Keating,” she says. “And I haven’t ruled it out. But I’m not prepared to just yet. I’ll keep thinking about it.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” she chides you, but the temptation to misbehave is too great, and you begin caressing and squeezing her thigh. With each upward stroke, your hand gets closer and closer to Katrina’s panties, until at last she reaches down and pushes your hand away. “Enough!” she says firmly.

You reluctantly lower your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

You manage to pop open the clasp, then you slide your hands sideways, beneath the loose bra cups, and take hold of Katrina’s bare breasts. They feel amazing – warm, soft, squeezable...

“Really, Mr Keating, you do take advantage!” says Katrina reprovingly, as she finishes adjusting your pillows.

“I do,” you agree, still fondling her breasts. “And yet for some reason you let me get away with it.” You gently pinch her nipples between your fingers. “I can’t help wondering about that.”

Katrina chuckles. “I do, don’t I?” she says. “Well, as you know I have a bit of a naughty streak. But it’s also nice to have someone taking an interest – even if it’s just...”

You smirk. “Just a frail old patient?”

She blushes a little. “Something like that,” she says. “But you’re a nice man, and I feel like we’ve bonded quite a bit recently. I suppose I’ve come to enjoy your sneaky little gropes and unbuttonings – it’s really rather fun.” She laughs. “Of course, it helps that I never feel unsafe with you – I know that I can stop it whenever I want.”

“You can,” you agree, gently kneading her breasts. “And not just because you’re stronger than I am; I would stop immediately if you asked me to.”

“I know that,” she says with a smile. “Speaking of which, I think you’ve had a long enough feel.”

You withdraw your hands, and she refastens her bra and buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You reply,

“Not significantly worse than usual, I suppose.”

“Fine thank you, Katrina.”

“That’s the spirit,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Knowing that she only wears front-fastening bras, you then reach into her uniform, find the clasp between her bra cups, and pop it open. Before she has time to react, you...

pull her uniform and bra wide open.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Glad to hear it!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Knowing that she only wears front-fastening bras, you then reach into her uniform, find the clasp between her bra cups, and pop it open. Before she has time to react, you...

pull her uniform and bra wide open.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina squeals as her entire chest becomes exposed. She is too close to your elderly eyes for her breasts to be anything but a blur, but fortunately she pulls back away from you at this point, and you briefly get a nice glimpse of her lovely breasts before she clutches her uniform closed.

“Naughty man!” she scolds you. She refastens her bra, then begins doing up her buttons. “You’ve got some deft fingers there, though! You do keep me on my toes, Mr Keating!”

“Your breasts are beautiful!” you tell her.

“That’s as may be,” she says sternly. “But thank you. Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your hands close around Katrina’s ample breasts; they feel soft, warm, and deliciously squeezable. “Mr Keating!” she squeals, pulling away and clutching her uniform closed.

“Sorry,” you say with an impish grin.

“You’re very naughty!” she scolds you. She refastens her bra, then begins doing up her buttons. “You’ve got some deft fingers there, though! You do keep me on my toes, Mr Keating!”

“I wouldn’t want your job to get boring,” you say, grinning.

She chuckles. “Let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Oh, it’s not that bad,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and your loins stir at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

“May I take photos...?” you ask hopefully.

She laughs. “Yes, Mr Keating, you can take photos. And videos, if you like.”

You excitedly switch on your iPad, and start the camera app. As the music plays, Katrina dances, and her sexy moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch and video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you quietly cheer in appreciation, making her giggle.

After the fourth song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina grins. “All right,” she says.

“And may I take photos...?” you ask hopefully.

“I suppose so,” she says with a chuckle. She gets up, turns away from you, and pulls up the back of her uniform, fully exposing her pink panties to your delighted eyes. She squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. As you video the event on your iPad, Katrina keeps pushing more and more poo out, until the bulge reaches the size of a large grapefruit.

“Wonderful!” you say happily. Then you add,

“May I touch it?”

“Would you mind posing for a couple more photos?”

“Sure,” says Katrina with a smile. “How do you want me?”

As you direct her through a handful of poses, you bid her unfasten more and more buttons, until her uniform is fully undone. Then you have her take it off, along with her shoes.

After taking a couple of quite tasteful underwear shots, you say, “Now, please could you sit on the chair, facing me, and...

undo your bra?”

spread your legs apart?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened, and then she loses the uniform entirely, leaving her in just her bra, panties, and shoes.

“We still have a little time,” you remark. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose,

you agree to shorten your uniform.”

you take off your bra.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina hesitates, then she unclasps the front of her bra, and holds each side between her finger and thumb, with her wrists firmly clamped against the cups.

“Excellent!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you...

pretend you’re taking your bra off?”

let go with your hands, and lean forward a bit?”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina hesitates, then she spreads her knees apart, so that her thighs form an angle of about sixty degrees.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you lean back,

lift your feet high up, and hold on to the backs of your thighs with your hands?”

and tuck your right hand inside the front of your panties?”

Katrina chuckles. “I don’t think so,” she says. “I’d lose all credibility and authority if I shortened it any more. Sorry, but game over.” She puts her uniform back on, and buttons it up. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “No, I don’t think so, Mr Keating! I think we’d better just call it quits right there. I’d best be going, anyway.” She puts her uniform back on, and buttons it up. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Not right now, Mr Keating,” she says, picking up her uniform. “It’s been a long day and I’d like to get home.” She puts on her uniform and buttons it up. “Have a good night!”

“You too,” you reply.

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in popping open the clasp at the front of her bra. Then you...

reach up and slip the straps off both her shoulders.

lean over a little, uncover her right breast, and fasten your lips around her nipple.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

She puts her uniform back on, then leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina gasps. “Hey!” she exclaims, shocked to find her entire chest suddenly exposed. “You’re such a rascal, Mr Keating!” she says, grabbing her bra cups and tugging them over her naked breasts. She chuckles. “Whyever do I put up with you?”

“It’s a mystery,” you acknowledge.

Katrina picks up her uniform and puts it back on. “Sleep well, Mr Keating!” she says. Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You pull her right bra cup away from her breast, and suck her nipple into your mouth. Almost immediately, however, she jumps back with a little squeal. Pulling her bra cups over her breasts, she giggles in embarrassment. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims. “You cheeky beggar!”

You grin. “Sorry,” you say insincerely. “I couldn’t resist.”

She fastens her bra, then puts her uniform back on. “I dunno, Mr Keating,” she says. “You’ve got some nerve! Have a good night.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing. “Getting some nice photos there, Mr Keating!” she inquires, amused.

You grin as you take another photo. “Wonderful photos, yes,” you reply.

Katrina chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, enabling you to take an even better photo of her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina shivers. “Right now, Mr Keating?” she asks in a low voice.

“Why not?” you reply. “Morning or afternoon – what difference does it make?”

“All right,” she says. She squats a little, and strains ... and as you stare up at her panties in mounting excitement, a small lump appears. It grows larger and larger, filling out the pink material, which then begins to sag down towards you. Thrilled, you stare wordlessly at the growing bulge, until your eyes become uncomfortably dry and you are obliged to blink a few times. Soon the bulge is hanging down below Katrina’s hem.

“Wow,” you whisper, awed.

Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says, a little breathlessly.

“Thank you!” you reply. “Do you think I could take a ... closer look...?”

She hesitates for a moment, then she turns around and lifts her left foot across you. “All right,” she says, “just for a moment.” She lifts her right foot across you, so that she is standing astride your lap while facing the foot of the bed. She carefully sinks down to her knees, and bends over, planting her hands either side of your legs.

Her uniform rides up, exposing much of her bulging panties, which are now barely two feet away from your face ... and within reach of your hands. You stare in fascination at the stretched material, sagging under the weight of the faintly visible mass of poo within. Reaching out, you spread out your fingers beneath her panties, and then raise your palm, cupping the bulge and gently pressing it upwards.

Katrina gasps. “Behave, Mr Keating!” she says.

You ease the bulge forward an inch or so, then back, then forward again, slowly oscillating it between Katrina’s buttocks while maintaining a slight pressure. Then you push it a little further forward, between her thighs, squishing it up against her...

“Mr Keating!” Katrina squeals, crawling forward then carefully climbing off the bed. “You’re very naughty!” Her face is rather flushed.

“Wasn’t that nice?” you inquire.

“That’s ... beside the point, as you well know,” she says, seeming flustered. “Anyway I need to go and clean up.” She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

When she returns, she smiles at you. “Well that was interesting, eh Mr Keating?” she remarks.

“It did feel nice, then?” you inquire.

She nods. “Still ... it wasn’t appropriate,” she says.

“Neither is doing a poo in your panties in front of me,” you point out.

“True,” she agrees. “Maybe I should stop that.”

“Please don’t!” you say.

She laughs. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating,” she says.

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “I don’t mind you looking,” she says, swatting your hand away. “No touching though, all right?”

You reluctantly remove your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her bra and panties, and at the bare skin of her chest, belly, and thighs. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her bra and panties, and at the bare skin of her chest, belly, and thighs. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

“Ugh, Mr Keating!” says Katrina with a shudder. “No, that’s just too weird.” Then she straightens up, and tugs her uniform down. “Is it covered?”

“Yes,” you confirm.

“Okay,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl.”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As fun as that might be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina looks back at you with one eyebrow raised. “What do you have in mind?” she asks.

You think for a moment, then say, “Perhaps you could...

take your uniform off?”

lie down on the floor, on your side?”

Katrina chuckles. “Isn’t that what I’m doing, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“I just mean, pull the two sides out a bit...” you explain.

She shakes her head, and refastens her bra. “That’s as far as I’m going, sorry,” she says.

“Okay, no problem,” you say.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “I think not, Mr Keating,” she says, refastening her bra. “I know what you’re hoping for, and no.”

“Okay, no problem,” you say. Foiled!

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “I don’t think so, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “That’s a little too naughty a pose.”

“Fair enough,” you say, slightly disappointed.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina smirks. “No, that’s a little too sexual, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “Nice try, but let’s keep it clean.”

“Right,” you say, nodding. “Absolutely.”

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina shakes her head. “I don’t think so, Mr Keating,” she says. “I think that’s enough photos. I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As fun as that might be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina purses her lips. “All right,” she says. She carefully lies down on her side, with her legs bent, and her bottom pointing towards you.

You grin at her bulging panties. “Excellent,” you say, taking a photo. “Now can you raise your left leg up...?”

Katrina chuckles. “No, I think that’s enough photos. I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She gets up, grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As fun as that might be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You shrug, and reply,

“Old.”

“Much better now you’re here.”

“Hardly surprising!” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you pop open the clasp at the front of her bra, pull the two halves apart, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Katrina smiles. “That’s nice to hear!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, exposing her white bra and much of her torso. Then you pop open the clasp at the front of her bra, pull the two halves apart, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers begin massaging Katrina’s breasts, and she gasps.

“Dear me, Mr Keating!” she chides you, amused, as she continues to adjust your pillows. “You’re ever so naughty.”

“I am,” you agree, as you gently tweak her nipples between your fingers and thumbs.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her bra and buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina gasps as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims, pulling away from you so that her nipple slips from your lips. “Fondling them is one thing – I never said you could suck on them too!”

“Forgive me,” you reply with a slight smirk. “I couldn’t help myself.”

She rolls her eyes as she refastens her bra and buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and start taking photos.

say, “Have you thought any more about switching to thongs?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a slight smirk. “I suppose you’ll be wanting to take photos and videos of me dancing...?”

“Of course,” you reply, your loins stirring at the thought.

She laughs. “Just promise me you won’t put them on YouTube!”

“I promise!” you say.

Katrina puts on some dance music ... and her sexy moves frequently reveal her pink panties, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you sigh happily, and Katrina giggles.

After the fourth song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. “Budge up, then.”

You shift yourself over a bit, and she climbs on to the bed and sits down next to you. Then she pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and starts playing The Crown from where you left off last time.

With the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch the program for half an hour, until with a sigh she says, “Well, I should go. Still enjoying it?”

You pause the program. “Very much!” you say.

Katrina smiles. “Good!” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

You are still a better player than Katrina, and after twenty minutes, she has no buttons left.

“You’ll have to use the buttons on your uniform now,” you say with a grin.

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, and the game continues. It is not long before all of her buttons are undone, and her uniform is lying on the floor behind her chair.

“You win,” she says.

You reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose...

the bra comes off.”

you have to shorten your uniform a bit more.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then,” she says. “I’ll go and get it, along with the table.”

Two minutes later, she returns pushing an overbed table, with the tiddlywinks box on top. She slides the base of the table under your bed, so that the tabletop is positioned a few inches above your lap. You open up the box and set up the game, with the red pot in the centre. “Same colours as last time?” you inquire.

“Yup, that’s fine,” she confirms.

“Excellent,” you say. “Then let’s begin!”

The two of you start playing, but it is not long before you overshoot the pot with one of your winks; it bounces over the edge of the table, falling to the floor on the right-hand side of the bed. “Oops!” you say. “Leave it for now.”

You win the game by a narrow margin. By this point, a few other winks have been lost in the same manner as the first.

Katrina pulls the table away from the bed. “Time to fetch the wandering winks,” she says. She climbs on to the bed, then leans over you, so that her knees are on one side of your lap and her hands are planted on the other side. Peering down at the floor, she says, “I see them.” She lies down flat, reaching down with one arm to retrieve the winks.

This means of course that her bottom, barely covered by her uniform, is rather temptingly positioned right in front of you. Her weight pressing down on your thighs is a little uncomfortable, but you are not about to object. Smiling, you...

grasp the hem of her uniform, and pull it up to expose her bottom.

put your hands on her buttocks, and squeeze them through her uniform.

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina smirks. “Cheeky monkey,” she says. “But what the heck – I’m feeling lucky.”

“All right!” you say exultantly.

You deal the cards, and hope for the best. To your delight, you win the hand.

“Oh dear!” says Katrina with a nervous giggle. She pops open the clasp at the front of her bra, then she takes it off entirely.

You marvel at her large, shapely breasts. “You’re a goddess, Katrina!” you say with a happy sigh. “Your breasts are just beautiful.”

She blushes. “Thank you Mr Keating!” she says, clearly pleased at the compliment.

“May I take a photo?” you ask, reaching for your iPad.

“Sure,” she says with a laugh, and she poses in just her panties and shoes for not just one, but five photos. “This is actually quite fun,” she giggles. “I feel so naughty!” Then she puts her uniform back on, without her bra, and buttons it up. “How does this look?”

“Not noticeably different from usual,” you reply.

“The uniform’s tight enough to give me a bit of lift,” she says. “So you think I should go without a bra from now on?”

“Absolutely!” you say enthusiastically.

She laughs again. “All right then!” she says. “See you later, Mr Keating.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “It’s an exciting idea,” she says, doing her buttons back up, “but I don’t want to cause a scandal. Sorry, but the game’s over.” She gets to her feet and excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles as you pull up her uniform. “All right, Mr Keating, have a nice look,” she says. She continues to retrieve winks from the floor, while you stare happily at her panty-clad buttocks. When she finally struggles back on to the bed, she smirks at you. “Have fun, did you?”

You grin. “Yes indeed,” you confirm.

She chuckles as she dismounts from the bed and tugs her uniform down. “Well I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as you give her bottom a squeeze. “Really, Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You grin as you massage her buttocks. “Just holding you steady,” you explain.

Katrina finishes retrieving the fallen winks, then she struggles back on to the bed. “Naughty man!” she reproves you, as she dismounts from the other side. “Holding me steady indeed!” She chuckles. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in undoing three of her buttons, and the clasp at the front of her bra. Katrina, noticing what you are doing, chuckles and says, “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and have a feel.”

Encouraged, you take hold of her breasts, and begin to squeeze and fondle them. Then, since she seems in no hurry to finish with your pillows, you...

reach up and push her uniform and bra straps off her shoulders.

say, “You know, you might as well go braless.”

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You expose Katrina’s shoulders, then pull her uniform and bra down to her elbows, rendering her effectively topless. She giggles, then stands up and raises her arms, pulling her clothing back into position. “Naughty man,” she says affectionately. She refastens her bra and buttons. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina chuckles. “I wouldn’t want to make it too easy for you, now would I Mr Keating?” She pulls away, straightens up, and refastens her bra and buttons. “Have a good night.”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “A bit, Mr Keating,” she says. “And I haven’t ruled it out. But I’m not prepared to just yet. I’ll keep thinking about it.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” she chides you, but the temptation to misbehave is too great, and you begin caressing and squeezing her thigh. With each upward stroke, your hand gets closer and closer to Katrina’s panties, until at last she reaches down and pushes your hand away. “Enough!” she says firmly.

You reluctantly lower your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch: soup, a buttered roll, and some carrot sticks.

Then she sniffs the air. “Does your bedpan need emptying?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes please,” you reply. “I just used it.”

She takes care of the bedpan, then she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You reply,

“Not significantly worse than usual, I suppose.”

“Fine thank you, Katrina.”

“That’s the spirit,” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Knowing that she only wears front-fastening bras, you then reach into her uniform, find the clasp between her bra cups, and pop it open. Before she has time to react, you...

pull her uniform and bra wide open.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Glad to hear it!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Knowing that she only wears front-fastening bras, you then reach into her uniform, find the clasp between her bra cups, and pop it open. Before she has time to react, you...

pull her uniform and bra wide open.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina squeals as her entire chest becomes exposed. She is too close to your elderly eyes for her breasts to be anything but a blur, but fortunately she pulls back away from you at this point, and you briefly get a nice glimpse of her lovely breasts before she clutches her uniform closed.

“Naughty man!” she scolds you. She refastens her bra, then begins doing up her buttons. “You’ve got some deft fingers there, though! You do keep me on my toes, Mr Keating!”

“Your breasts are beautiful!” you tell her.

“That’s as may be,” she says sternly. “But thank you. Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your hands close around Katrina’s ample breasts; they feel soft, warm, and deliciously squeezable. “Mr Keating!” she squeals, pulling away and clutching her uniform closed.

“Sorry,” you say with an impish grin.

“You’re very naughty!” she scolds you. She refastens her bra, then begins doing up her buttons. “You’ve got some deft fingers there, though! You do keep me on my toes, Mr Keating!”

“I wouldn’t want your job to get boring,” you say, grinning.

She chuckles. “Let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Oh, it’s not that bad,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and your loins stir at the thought of seeing her dancing again.

“May I take photos...?” you ask hopefully.

She laughs. “Yes, Mr Keating, you can take photos. And videos, if you like.”

You excitedly switch on your iPad, and start the camera app. As the music plays, Katrina dances, and her sexy moves reveal her pink panties on several occasions. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you watch and video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you quietly cheer in appreciation, making her giggle.

After the fourth song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina grins. “All right,” she says.

“And may I take photos...?” you ask hopefully.

“I suppose so,” she says with a chuckle. She gets up, turns away from you, and pulls up the back of her uniform, fully exposing her pink panties to your delighted eyes. She squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. As you video the event on your iPad, Katrina keeps pushing more and more poo out, until the bulge reaches the size of a large grapefruit.

“Wonderful!” you say happily. Then you add,

“May I touch it?”

“Would you mind posing for a couple more photos?”

“Sure,” says Katrina with a smile. “How do you want me?”

As you direct her through a handful of poses, you bid her unfasten more and more buttons, until her uniform is fully undone. Then you have her take it off, along with her shoes.

After taking a couple of quite tasteful underwear shots, you say, “Now, please could you sit on the chair, facing me, and...

undo your bra?”

spread your legs apart?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened, and then she loses the uniform entirely, leaving her in just her bra, panties, and shoes.

“We still have a little time,” you remark. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose,

you agree to shorten your uniform.”

you take off your bra.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina hesitates, then she unclasps the front of her bra, and holds each side between her finger and thumb, with her wrists firmly clamped against the cups.

“Excellent!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you...

pretend you’re taking your bra off?”

let go with your hands, and lean forward a bit?”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina hesitates, then she spreads her knees apart, so that her thighs form an angle of about sixty degrees.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you lean back,

lift your feet high up, and hold on to the backs of your thighs with your hands?”

and tuck your right hand inside the front of your panties?”

Katrina chuckles. “I don’t think so,” she says. “I’d lose all credibility and authority if I shortened it any more. Sorry, but game over.” She puts her uniform back on, and buttons it up. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “No, I don’t think so, Mr Keating! I think we’d better just call it quits right there. I’d best be going, anyway.” She puts her uniform back on, and buttons it up. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Not right now, Mr Keating,” she says, picking up her uniform. “It’s been a long day and I’d like to get home.” She puts on her uniform and buttons it up. “Have a good night!”

“You too,” you reply.

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in popping open the clasp at the front of her bra. Then you...

reach up and slip the straps off both her shoulders.

lean over a little, uncover her right breast, and fasten your lips around her nipple.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

She puts her uniform back on, then leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina gasps. “Hey!” she exclaims, shocked to find her entire chest suddenly exposed. “You’re such a rascal, Mr Keating!” she says, grabbing her bra cups and tugging them over her naked breasts. She chuckles. “Whyever do I put up with you?”

“It’s a mystery,” you acknowledge.

Katrina picks up her uniform and puts it back on. “Sleep well, Mr Keating!” she says. Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You pull her right bra cup away from her breast, and suck her nipple into your mouth. Almost immediately, however, she jumps back with a little squeal. Pulling her bra cups over her breasts, she giggles in embarrassment. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims. “You cheeky beggar!”

You grin. “Sorry,” you say insincerely. “I couldn’t resist.”

She fastens her bra, then puts her uniform back on. “I dunno, Mr Keating,” she says. “You’ve got some nerve! Have a good night.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing. “Getting some nice photos there, Mr Keating!” she inquires, amused.

You grin as you take another photo. “Wonderful photos, yes,” you reply.

Katrina chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, enabling you to take an even better photo of her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina hesitates. Then she says, “All right – here goes.” She squats a little, and strains ... and as you stare up at her panties in mounting excitement, a small lump appears. It grows larger and larger, filling out the pink material, until it has become a grapefruit-sized bulge that hangs down below Katrina’s hem.

“Wonderful!” you whisper.

Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says, a little breathlessly.

“Thank you!” you reply. “May I take a closer look...?”

“All right,” she says. “Behave yourself though.” Turning around, she stands astride your lap while facing the foot of the bed, then she gets down on to her hands and knees. Her uniform rides up, exposing much of her bulging panties, which are within reach of your hands.

You stare in fascination at the stretched material, sagging under the weight of the faintly visible mass of poo within. Reaching out, you spread out your fingers beneath her panties, and then raise your palm, cupping the bulge and gently pressing it upwards.

Katrina gasps, but says nothing as you slowly ease the bulge back and forth, oscillating it between her buttocks while maintaining a slight pressure. Then you push it a little further forward, between her thighs, squishing it up against her...

“All right Mr Keating, that’s enough!” Katrina gasps, crawling forward then carefully climbing off the bed. “Naughty man!” Her face is rather flushed.

“You should let me go further,” you remark with a smile.

“No, I really shouldn’t,” she replies, a little flustered. “Anyway I need to go and clean up.” She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

When she returns, she puts the bedpan back, and gives you a little smile. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating,” she says.

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “I don’t mind you looking,” she says, swatting your hand away. “No touching though, all right?”

You reluctantly remove your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her bra and panties, and at the bare skin of her chest, belly, and thighs. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her bra and panties, and at the bare skin of her chest, belly, and thighs. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

“Um ... I don’t think so, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a little shiver. She straightens up, and tugs her uniform down. “Is it covered?”

“Yes,” you confirm.

“Okay,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl.”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As fun as that might be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina looks back at you with one eyebrow raised. “What do you have in mind?” she asks.

You think for a moment, then say, “Perhaps you could...

take your uniform off?”

lie down on the floor, on your side?”

Katrina chuckles. “Isn’t that what I’m doing, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“I just mean, pull the two sides out a bit...” you explain.

She shakes her head, and refastens her bra. “That’s as far as I’m going, sorry,” she says.

“Okay, no problem,” you say.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “I think not, Mr Keating,” she says, refastening her bra. “I know what you’re hoping for, and no.”

“Okay, no problem,” you say. Foiled!

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “I don’t think so, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “That’s a little too naughty a pose.”

“Fair enough,” you say, slightly disappointed.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina smirks. “No, that’s a little too sexual, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “Nice try, but let’s keep it clean.”

“Right,” you say, nodding. “Absolutely.”

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina shakes her head. “I don’t think so, Mr Keating,” she says. “I think that’s enough photos. I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As fun as that might be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina purses her lips. “All right,” she says. She carefully lies down on her side, with her legs bent, and her bottom pointing towards you.

You grin at her bulging panties. “Excellent,” you say, taking a photo. “Now can you raise your left leg up...?”

Katrina chuckles. “No, I think that’s enough photos. I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She gets up, grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As fun as that might be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened, and then she loses the uniform entirely, leaving her in just her bra, panties, and shoes.

“We still have a little time,” you remark. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose,

you agree to shorten your uniform.”

you take off your bra.”

Katrina shudders. “It doesn’t even cover my ‘accidents’ now,” she says. “Think what it would be like if I made it shorter!”

“It would be even sexier,” you say with a grin. “But you make sure nobody sees you from the back anyway, when your panties are full of poo. That’s not going to change with a shorter uniform.”

“I suppose so,” she says with a shiver. “How much shorter were you thinking? Just out of interest...”

You grin. “As much as you dare,” you say. “Whether that’s one inch, two inches, three ... entirely up to you.”

Katrina smirks. “I’ll have a think about it,” she says. She puts her uniform back on, and buttons it up. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her bra and panties, and at the bare skin of her chest, belly, and thighs. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her bra and panties, and at the bare skin of her chest, belly, and thighs. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Not right now, Mr Keating,” she says, picking up her uniform. “It’s been a long day and I’d like to get home.” She puts on her uniform and buttons it up. “Have a good night!”

“You too,” you reply.

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in popping open the clasp at the front of her bra. Then you...

reach up and slip the straps off both her shoulders.

lean over a little, uncover her right breast, and fasten your lips around her nipple.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

She puts her uniform back on, then leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina gasps. “Hey!” she exclaims, shocked to find her entire chest suddenly exposed. “You’re such a rascal, Mr Keating!” she says, grabbing her bra cups and tugging them over her naked breasts. She chuckles. “Whyever do I put up with you?”

“It’s a mystery,” you acknowledge.

Katrina picks up her uniform and puts it back on. “Sleep well, Mr Keating!” she says. Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You pull her right bra cup away from her breast, and suck her nipple into your mouth. Almost immediately, however, she jumps back with a little squeal. Pulling her bra cups over her breasts, she giggles in embarrassment. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims. “You cheeky beggar!”

You grin. “Sorry,” you say insincerely. “I couldn’t resist.”

She fastens her bra, then puts her uniform back on. “I dunno, Mr Keating,” she says. “You’ve got some nerve! Have a good night.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You shrug, and reply,

“Old.”

“Much better now you’re here.”

“Hardly surprising!” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and chuckle at the sight of her breasts. Pleased that she is braless today, you...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Katrina smiles. “That’s nice to hear!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and chuckle at the sight of her breasts. Pleased that she is braless today, you...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers begin massaging Katrina’s breasts, and she gasps.

“Dear me, Mr Keating!” she chides you, amused, as she continues to adjust your pillows. “You’re ever so naughty.”

“I am,” you agree, as you gently tweak her nipples between your fingers and thumbs.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina gasps as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims, pulling away from you so that her nipple slips from your lips. “Fondling them is one thing – I never said you could suck on them too!”

“Forgive me,” you reply with a slight smirk. “I couldn’t help myself.”

She rolls her eyes as she refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

“You didn’t need me for anything this morning?” she inquires with a smile. “It’s not often you don’t buzz for me.”

“I thought you might appreciate a break,” you tell her.

“Mr Keating, I love my job,” says Katrina, “but it’s hard work and not exactly exciting. The most fun I have each day is when I come in here. So please, by all means, feel free to buzz for me, even if it’s just a flimsy pretext for getting a peek at my panties.”

“All right!” you say, a little surprised at her candour. “I’ll bear that in mind.”

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Oh dear,” she says. “I’ll need to stand on your bed again.”

“Go ahead,” you say, shifting over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. From here, though, she cannot quite reach the end of the blinds well enough to unstick them. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and start taking photos.

say, “Have you thought any more about switching to thongs?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a slight smirk. “I suppose you’ll be wanting to take photos and videos of me dancing...?”

“Of course,” you reply, your loins stirring at the thought.

She laughs. “Just promise me you won’t put them on YouTube!”

“I promise!” you say.

Katrina puts on some dance music ... and her sexy moves frequently reveal her pink panties, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you sigh happily, and Katrina giggles.

After the fourth song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. “Budge up, then.”

You shift yourself over a bit, and she climbs on to the bed and sits down next to you. Then she pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and with the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch some quality drama for half an hour.

Then, with a sigh, she says, “Well, I should go.” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

You are still a better player than Katrina, and after twenty minutes, she has no buttons left.

“You’ll have to use the buttons on your uniform now,” you say with a grin.

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, and the game continues. It is not long before all of her buttons are undone, and her uniform is lying on the floor behind her chair.

“You win,” she says, holding her hands over her breasts.

Staring eagerly at her hands, you reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose, you have to...

take off your panties and shoes too.”

shorten your uniform a bit more.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then,” she says. “I’ll go and get it, along with the table.”

Two minutes later, she returns pushing an overbed table, with the tiddlywinks box on top. She slides the base of the table under your bed, so that the tabletop is positioned a few inches above your lap. You open up the box and set up the game, with the red pot in the centre. “Same colours as last time?” you inquire.

“Yup, that’s fine,” she confirms.

“Excellent,” you say. “Then let’s begin!”

The two of you start playing, but it is not long before you overshoot the pot with one of your winks; it bounces over the edge of the table, falling to the floor on the right-hand side of the bed. “Oops!” you say. “Leave it for now.”

You win the game by a narrow margin. By this point, a few other winks have been lost in the same manner as the first.

Katrina pulls the table away from the bed. “Time to fetch the wandering winks,” she says. She climbs on to the bed, then leans over you, so that her knees are on one side of your lap and her hands are planted on the other side. Peering down at the floor, she says, “I see them.” She lies down flat, reaching down with one arm to retrieve the winks.

This means of course that her bottom, barely covered by her uniform, is rather temptingly positioned right in front of you. Her weight pressing down on your thighs is a little uncomfortable, but you are not about to object. Smiling, you...

grasp the hem of her uniform, and pull it up to expose her bottom.

put your hands on her buttocks, and squeeze them through her uniform.

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “I think not,” she says. “Game over, Mr Keating.”

She puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “What the heck,” she says, “I’m feeling lucky.”

Excitedly, you deal the next hand, hoping you get good cards. Unfortunately, however, Katrina wins. “Better luck next time!” she says with a grin, as she puts her uniform back on. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles as you pull up her uniform. “All right, Mr Keating, have a nice look,” she says. She continues to retrieve winks from the floor, while you stare happily at her panty-clad buttocks. When she finally struggles back on to the bed, she smirks at you. “Have fun, did you?”

You grin. “Yes indeed,” you confirm.

She chuckles as she dismounts from the bed and tugs her uniform down. “Well I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as you give her bottom a squeeze. “Really, Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You grin as you massage her buttocks. “Just holding you steady,” you explain.

Katrina finishes retrieving the fallen winks, then she struggles back on to the bed. “Naughty man!” she reproves you, as she dismounts from the other side. “Holding me steady indeed!” She chuckles. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in undoing three of her buttons. Katrina, noticing what you are doing, chuckles and says, “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and have a feel.”

Encouraged, you take hold of her breasts, and begin to squeeze and fondle them. Then, since she seems in no hurry to finish with your pillows, you...

reach up and push her uniform off her shoulders.

slide your left hand down her belly towards her panties.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You expose Katrina’s shoulders, then pull her uniform down to her elbows, rendering her effectively topless. She giggles, then stands up and raises her arms, pulling her uniform back into position. “Naughty man,” she says affectionately. She refastens her buttons. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina gasps as your fingers slide past her belly button and reach the waistband of her panties. “Now now, Mr Keating, don’t take advantage of my generosity!” she chides you as she pulls away. She straightens up and refastens her buttons. “Have a good night.”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “A bit, Mr Keating,” she says. “And I haven’t ruled it out. But I’m not prepared to just yet. I’ll keep thinking about it.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” she chides you, but the temptation to misbehave is too great, and you begin caressing and squeezing her thigh. With each upward stroke, your hand gets closer and closer to Katrina’s panties, until at last she reaches down and pushes your hand away. “Enough!” she says firmly.

You reluctantly lower your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. To your astonishment and delight, she has very noticeably shortened her uniform. You cannot see her panties, but you guess they are not covered by much. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly.

“Turn around!” you blurt out excitedly, your eyes wide.

Katrina giggles. “You like?” she inquires, turning her back on you.

You cannot see any of her bottom either, but you figure the hemline must be grazing the lower curves of her buttocks.

“This was literally as short as I could make it,” she explains, “without my bum peeking out. I was very careful. Most of my colleagues have been very supportive or at least accepting of me showing off my legs, but a couple of them have been a little uneasy about it, and Scotty in particular is worried about me alienating the female residents. Needlessly, in my opinion – they’ve all been very complimentary – but I have to tread a little carefully for the sake of my colleagues. I did make sure I got Ian’s permission – he was happy for me to make whatever alterations I want.”

“Good old Ian,” you remark with a smile. “And what about my fellow male residents? I imagine I’m not the only one who appreciates you.”

Katrina giggles. “No, you’re not,” she says. “Mr Hodges loves to see me bend over, and Mr Binnie’s managed to cop a feel a couple of times.”

“Oh?” you say in surprise.

Katrina blushes. “Sorry,” she says, “I should have thought – does that bother you?”

You chuckle. “Only if it bothers you, Katrina.”

She shrugs. “I imagine I present a tempting target,” she says. “I don’t need to tell you that, I’m sure. That doesn’t excuse the groping, of course, but ... well, I suppose I’m just a forgiving sort.” She grins. “Honestly I find it more amusing than anything else. And I do quite like the attention.”

“Well you certainly don’t need my permission,” you say. “By all means flash Bernard, if you get a kick out of it. And enjoy Geoff Binnie’s gropings, if you can.”

Katrina grins slyly. “I do rather enjoy it, I must admit,” she says. “I know I shouldn’t – it’s very naughty of me – but sometimes I deliberately put my boobs or my bum within reach of Mr Binnie ... like I do with you. He hasn’t got as far as you have, but I’m sure my newly shortened uniform will make him bolder.”

“No doubt,” you agree.

Katrina briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, smiling mischievously. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, and the clasp at the front of her bra. Before she has time to react, you...

pull her uniform and bra wide open.

grab hold of her breasts.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. You sigh happily as you notice she is once again wearing her ultra-short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You reply,

“Very aroused to see you, Katrina.”

“Fine thank you.”

Katrina grins naughtily. With the tip of her tongue between her teeth, she reaches beneath your bedclothes, finds the opening in the front of your pyjama bottoms, and gently pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Hmm,” she says, stroking it to full hardness. “I see what you mean.” Then she withdraws her hand, and gives you a wink.

“Oh my!” you say, a little breathlessly. “You tease!”

She laughs. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the full treatment later,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, and the clasp at the front of her bra. Before she has time to react, you...

pull her uniform and bra wide open.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Glad to hear it!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, and the clasp at the front of her bra. Before she has time to react, you...

pull her uniform and bra wide open.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina gasps as her entire chest becomes exposed. She is too close to your elderly eyes for her breasts to be anything but a blur, but fortunately she pulls back away from you at this point, and you briefly get a nice glimpse of her lovely breasts before she clutches her uniform closed.

“Naughty man,” she says with a chuckle. She refastens her bra, then begins doing up her buttons. “You’ve got some deft fingers there, though! You do keep me on my toes, Mr Keating!”

“Your breasts are beautiful!” you tell her.

“Thank you,” she says. “Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your hands close around Katrina’s ample breasts; they feel soft, warm, and deliciously squeezable. “Mr Keating!” she says sternly, pulling away and clutching her uniform closed.

“Sorry,” you say with an impish grin.

Katrina refastens her bra and buttons. “Let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Oh, it’s not that bad,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her pink panties are in full view. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and you grab your iPad in preparation for taking photo and video of her dancing.

As the music plays, Katrina dances, and her pink panties inevitably are on frequent display. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are completely uncovered. As you watch and video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you quietly cheer in appreciation, making her giggle.

In the next song, to your delight, she performs a little striptease, kicking off her shoes and then undoing her buttons, one at a time. Then she takes her uniform off entirely, and dances in just her bra and panties while you gleefully record her on video.

After the fourth song, Katrina puts her uniform back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina grins. “All right,” she says, and you grab your iPad and quickly start the camera app.

She gets up, turns away from you, and pulls up the back of her uniform, fully exposing her pink panties to your delighted eyes. She squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. As you video the event on your iPad, Katrina keeps pushing more and more poo out, until the bulge reaches the size of a large grapefruit.

“Wonderful!” you say happily. Then you add,

“May I touch it?”

“Would you mind posing for a couple more photos?”

“Sure,” says Katrina with a smile. “How do you want me?”

As you direct her through a handful of poses, you bid her unfasten more and more buttons, until her uniform is fully undone. Then you have her take it off, along with her shoes.

After taking a couple of quite tasteful underwear shots, you say, “Now, please could you sit on the chair, facing me, and...

undo your bra?”

spread your legs apart?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened, and then she loses the uniform entirely, leaving her in just her bra, panties, and shoes.

“We still have a little time,” you remark. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose,

you have to kiss me on the lips.”

you take off your bra.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her buttocks immediately peep into view, along with a hint of her pink panties, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. You laugh in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem forming a low arch over her panty-clad buttocks. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was beautiful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs halfway up her buttocks, exposing a considerable area of her panties. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina unclasps the front of her bra, and holds each side between her finger and thumb, with her wrists firmly clamped against the cups.

“Excellent!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you...

pretend you’re taking your bra off?”

let go with your hands, and lean forward a bit?”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina spreads her knees apart, so that her thighs form an angle of about sixty degrees.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you lean back,

lift your feet high up, and hold on to the backs of your thighs with your hands?”

and tuck your right hand inside the front of your panties?”

Katrina chuckles. “All right,” she says.

You deal hurriedly, hoping for good cards. Unfortunately, Katrina wins the hand. “Better luck next time, Mr Keating,” she says, noting your disappointed expression. She puts her uniform back on, and buttons it up. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Well, I’m feeling lucky, so why not? Deal away, Mr Keating!” You hurriedly deal the cards, hoping for a good hand. Unfortunately, however, Katrina wins this time. She puts her uniform back on, and buttons it up. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Not right now, Mr Keating,” she says, picking up her uniform. “It’s been a long day and I’d like to get home.” She puts on her uniform and buttons it up. “Have a good night!”

“You too,” you reply.

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in popping open the clasp at the front of her bra. Then you...

reach up and slip the straps off both her shoulders.

lean over a little, uncover her right breast, and fasten your lips around her nipple.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

She puts her uniform back on, then leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina gasps as she finds her entire chest suddenly exposed. “You’re such a rascal, Mr Keating!” she says, grabbing her bra cups and tugging them over her naked breasts. She chuckles. “Whyever do I put up with you?”

“It’s a mystery,” you acknowledge.

Katrina picks up her uniform and puts it back on. “Sleep well, Mr Keating!” she says. Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You pull her right bra cup away from her breast, and suck her nipple into your mouth. Almost immediately, however, she jumps back with a little squeal. Pulling her bra cups over her breasts, she giggles in embarrassment. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims. “You cheeky beggar!”

You grin. “Sorry,” you say insincerely. “I couldn’t resist.”

She fastens her bra, then puts her uniform back on. “You’ve got some nerve, Mr Keating,” she says with a chuckle. “Have a good night.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing. “Getting some nice photos there, Mr Keating!” she inquires, amused.

You grin as you take another photo. “Wonderful photos, yes,” you reply.

Katrina chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally, they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, enabling you to take an even better photo of her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina hesitates. Then she says, “All right – here goes.” She squats a little, and strains ... and as you stare up at her panties in mounting excitement, a small lump appears. It grows larger and larger, filling out the pink material, until it has become a grapefruit-sized bulge that hangs down well below Katrina’s hem.

“Wonderful!” you whisper.

Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says, a little breathlessly.

“Thank you!” you reply. “May I take a closer look...?”

“All right,” she says. “Behave yourself though.” Turning around, she stands astride your lap while facing the foot of the bed, then she gets down on to her hands and knees. Her uniform rides up, exposing pretty much all of her bulging panties, which are within reach of your hands.

You stare in fascination at the stretched material, sagging under the weight of the faintly visible mass of poo within. Reaching out, you spread out your fingers beneath her panties, and then raise your palm, cupping the bulge and gently pressing it upwards.

Katrina gasps, but says nothing as you slowly ease the bulge back and forth, oscillating it between her buttocks while maintaining a slight pressure. Then you push it a little further forward, between her thighs, squishing it up against her...

“All right Mr Keating, that’s enough!” Katrina gasps, crawling forward then carefully climbing off the bed. “Naughty man!” Her face is rather flushed.

“You should let me go further,” you remark with a smile.

“No, I really shouldn’t,” she replies, a little flustered. “Anyway I need to go and clean up.” She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

When she returns, she puts the bedpan back, and gives you a little smile. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating,” she says.

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. But she does not let you get very far. “I don’t mind you looking,” she says, swatting your hand away. “No touching though, all right?”

You reluctantly remove your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her bra and panties, and at the bare skin of her chest, belly, and thighs. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her bra and panties, and at the bare skin of her chest, belly, and thighs. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

“Um ... I don’t think so, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a little shiver. She straightens up, and tugs her uniform down, but it covers very little – her bulging panties are sagging at least four inches below the hem. “How does that look?”

“Incredibly sexy!” you say.

She grins, and shivers. “Okay,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl.”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As fun as that might be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina looks back at you with one eyebrow raised. “What do you have in mind?” she asks.

You think for a moment, then say, “Perhaps you could...

take your uniform off?”

lie down on the floor, on your side?”

Katrina chuckles. “Isn’t that what I’m doing, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“I just mean, pull the two sides out a bit...” you explain.

She shakes her head, and refastens her bra. “That’s as far as I’m going, sorry,” she says.

“Okay, no problem,” you say.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “I think not, Mr Keating,” she says, refastening her bra. “I know what you’re hoping for, and no.”

“Okay, no problem,” you say. Foiled!

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “I don’t think so, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “That’s a little too naughty a pose.”

“Fair enough,” you say, slightly disappointed.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina smirks. “No, that’s a little too sexual, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “Nice try, but let’s keep it clean.”

“Right,” you say, nodding. “Absolutely.”

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina shakes her head. “I don’t think so, Mr Keating,” she says. “I think that’s enough photos. I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As fun as that might be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina purses her lips. “All right,” she says. She carefully lies down on her side, with her legs bent, and her bottom pointing towards you.

You grin at her bulging panties. “Excellent,” you say, taking a photo. “Now can you raise your left leg up...?”

Katrina chuckles. “No, I think that’s enough photos. I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She gets up, grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As fun as that might be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your hands close around Katrina’s ample breasts; they feel soft, warm, and deliciously squeezable. She laughs. “I suppose I deserve this,” she says, “after grabbing your willy. All right then, have a play.”

“Oh my!” you say happily, as you continue kneading her breasts. “This is wonderful! Your breasts feel so lovely!”

She chuckles. “Well, they’re not quite as perky as they used to be, but I think they’re holding up pretty well.”

“May I see them?” you ask her. “I mean, at this distance they’re a very attractive blur...”

She hesitates for a moment, then shrugs. “Oh, I suppose so,” she says. She steps back, undoing the rest of her buttons, then she takes her uniform and bra off together. Standing before you in just her panties and shoes, she is a vision of loveliness.

“Wow,” you gasp. “Katrina, you just get more and more beautiful, the more clothes you shed!”

She bursts out laughing. “Well the panties are staying on,” she says. “I suppose I can take off the shoes though.” She kicks them off.

You sigh happily. “It’s not just a line, Katrina,” you remark. “Genuinely, you have a very beautiful body. Coupled with the fact that you’re also beautiful on the inside...”

Katrina looks rather touched. “That’s so nice to hear, Mr Keating!” she says. “Thank you ... really.” She steps forward again, bends over, and puts her arms around your neck. “You’re a very nice man. And you’re very good at making me feel comfortable about taking my clothes off in front of you. I’d better get dressed before you talk me out of my panties!” She giggles.

“Okay,” you say, “but first may I please take a photo?”

“All right, just one,” she says, stepping back. You hurriedly ready your iPad, and take a photo while Katrina poses with her hands on her hips.

“Now do a poo,” you say, half in jest.

She laughs. “Don’t push it, Mr Keating!” She picks up her bra and puts it on, followed by her uniform. “Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You shrug, and reply,

“Old.”

“Much better now you’re here.”

“Hardly surprising!” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and chuckle at the sight of her breasts. Pleased that she is braless today, you...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Katrina smiles. “That’s nice to hear!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and chuckle at the sight of her breasts. Pleased that she is braless today, you...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers begin massaging Katrina’s breasts, and she gasps.

“Dear me, Mr Keating!” she chides you, amused, as she continues to adjust your pillows. “You’re ever so naughty.”

“I am,” you agree, as you gently tweak her nipples between your fingers and thumbs.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina gasps as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims, pulling away from you so that her nipple slips from your lips. “Fondling them is one thing – I never said you could suck on them too!”

“Forgive me,” you reply with a slight smirk. “I couldn’t help myself.”

She rolls her eyes as she refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“Honestly, I don’t really need anything – I was just missing you.”

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“Honestly, I don’t really need anything – I was just missing you.”

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“Honestly, I don’t really need anything – I was just missing you.”

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and start taking photos.

say, “Have you thought any more about switching to thongs?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smiles warmly at you. “Well that’s nice to hear, innit?” she says.

Her tender expression melts your heart, and without thinking you blurt out, “I love you, Katrina.” Seeing her smile freeze and her eyes widen, you panic. “I’m s-sorry,” you stammer. “That was a silly thing to say.”

But she shakes her head. “You’ve got nothing to apologise for, Mr Keating,” she assures you. “I mean, it’s not exactly a surprise, is it? I’m the only woman in your life – if you don’t count her on the TV – and I’m nice to you. It’s only natural. I suppose it’s inevitable.”

“It is,” you agree, “but I shouldn’t have said it. The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable. I don’t want to spoil the relationship we have.”

“I’m not uncomfortable,” says Katrina. “And I do want you to be honest with me about your feelings, Mr Keating. Don’t keep them bottled up! Trust me, you’re not spoiling anything.”

“But it feels so silly!” you groan wretchedly. “Here I am, a hundred years old, and I’m lovesick for a beautiful woman one third of my age. How sad is that?”

“It isn’t sad at all,” says Katrina quietly. Then, to your astonishment, she unbuttons her uniform, pulls it off her shoulders, and drops it on the floor behind her. As you stare hungrily at her bare breasts, she says, “If I climb in with you, will you behave yourself?”

“Probably not,” you admit.

She chuckles. “No, I suppose that would be too much to expect. Just don’t get carried away, okay? Move over.”

You eagerly, though a little laboriously, shift your body over to make room for Katrina. Having slipped off her shoes, she lifts up the top sheet and bedspread, and climbs into bed next to you. Lying down, she says, “You can cuddle up to me, Mr Keating.”

You do not need to be invited twice. Snuggling up against her warm body, you sigh happily as you rest your head against her shoulder, and place your right hand on her left breast.

She chuckles. “Well that didn’t take long,” she says. “Go on then – enjoy it while it lasts. I can only stay for a minute or two.”

You gently squeeze and caress her breast for a few moments, then you...

bend your head down, and start kissing her neck.

slide your hand down her belly.

Katrina giggles as you begin nuzzling her neck with your lips. “Silly man!” she says. “All right, that’s enough.” She climbs out of bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating,” she says.

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina lets you caress your way slowly down her torso, but as you approach her panties she gently places her hand on yours. “That’s far enough,” she says. “I’d best be off anyway.” She climbs out of bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating,” she says.

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a slight smirk. “I suppose you’ll be wanting to take photos and videos of me dancing...?”

“Of course,” you reply, your loins stirring at the thought.

She laughs. “Just promise me you won’t put them on YouTube!”

“I promise!” you say.

Katrina puts on some dance music ... and her sexy moves frequently reveal her pink panties, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you sigh happily, and Katrina giggles.

After the fourth song, Katrina sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. “Budge up, then.”

You shift yourself over a bit, and she climbs on to the bed and sits down next to you. Then she pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and with the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch some quality drama for half an hour.

Then, with a sigh, she says, “Well, I should go.” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

You are still a better player than Katrina, and after twenty minutes, she has no buttons left.

“You’ll have to use the buttons on your uniform now,” you say with a grin.

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, and the game continues. It is not long before all of her buttons are undone, and her uniform is lying on the floor behind her chair.

“You win,” she says, holding her hands over her breasts.

Staring eagerly at her hands, you reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose, you have to...

take off your panties and shoes too.”

shorten your uniform a bit more.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then,” she says. “I’ll go and get it, along with the table.”

Two minutes later, she returns pushing an overbed table, with the tiddlywinks box on top. She slides the base of the table under your bed, so that the tabletop is positioned a few inches above your lap. You open up the box and set up the game, with the red pot in the centre. “Same colours as last time?” you inquire.

“Yup, that’s fine,” she confirms.

“Excellent,” you say. “Then let’s begin!”

The two of you start playing, but it is not long before you overshoot the pot with one of your winks; it bounces over the edge of the table, falling to the floor on the right-hand side of the bed. “Oops!” you say. “Leave it for now.”

You win the game by a narrow margin. By this point, a few other winks have been lost in the same manner as the first.

Katrina pulls the table away from the bed. “Time to fetch the wandering winks,” she says. She climbs on to the bed, then leans over you, so that her knees are on one side of your lap and her hands are planted on the other side. Peering down at the floor, she says, “I see them.” She lies down flat, reaching down with one arm to retrieve the winks.

This means of course that her bottom, barely covered by her uniform, is rather temptingly positioned right in front of you. Her weight pressing down on your thighs is a little uncomfortable, but you are not about to object. Smiling, you...

grasp the hem of her uniform, and pull it up to expose her bottom.

put your hands on her buttocks, and squeeze them through her uniform.

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “I think not,” she says. “Game over, Mr Keating.”

She puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “What the heck,” she says, “I’m feeling lucky.”

Excitedly, you deal the next hand, hoping you get good cards. Unfortunately, however, Katrina wins. “Better luck next time!” she says with a grin, as she puts her uniform back on. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles as you pull up her uniform. “All right, Mr Keating, have a nice look,” she says. She continues to retrieve winks from the floor, while you stare happily at her panty-clad buttocks. When she finally struggles back on to the bed, she smirks at you. “Have fun, did you?”

You grin. “Yes indeed,” you confirm.

She chuckles as she dismounts from the bed and tugs her uniform down. “Well I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as you give her bottom a squeeze. “Really, Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You grin as you massage her buttocks. “Just holding you steady,” you explain.

Katrina finishes retrieving the fallen winks, then she struggles back on to the bed. “Naughty man!” she reproves you, as she dismounts from the other side. “Holding me steady indeed!” She chuckles. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in undoing three of her buttons. Katrina, noticing what you are doing, chuckles and says, “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and have a feel.”

Encouraged, you take hold of her breasts, and begin to squeeze and fondle them. Then, since she seems in no hurry to finish with your pillows, you...

reach up and push her uniform off her shoulders.

slide your left hand down her belly towards her panties.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You expose Katrina’s shoulders, then pull her uniform down to her elbows, rendering her effectively topless. She giggles, then stands up and raises her arms, pulling her uniform back into position. “Naughty man,” she says affectionately. She refastens her buttons. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina gasps as your fingers slide past her belly button and reach the waistband of her panties. “Now now, Mr Keating, don’t take advantage of my generosity!” she chides you as she pulls away. She straightens up and refastens her buttons. “Have a good night.”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “A bit, Mr Keating,” she says. “And I haven’t ruled it out. But I’m not prepared to just yet. I’ll keep thinking about it.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” she chides you, but the temptation to misbehave is too great, and you begin caressing and squeezing her thigh. With each upward stroke, your hand gets closer and closer to Katrina’s panties, until at last she reaches down and pushes your hand away. “Enough!” she says firmly.

You reluctantly lower your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. You sigh happily as you notice she is once again wearing her ultra-short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You reply,

“Very aroused to see you, Katrina.”

“Fine thank you.”

Katrina grins naughtily. With the tip of her tongue between her teeth, she reaches beneath your bedclothes, finds the opening in the front of your pyjama bottoms, and gently pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Hmm,” she says, stroking it to full hardness. “I see what you mean.” Then she withdraws her hand, and gives you a wink.

“Oh, you tease!” you say, a little breathlessly.

She laughs. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the full treatment later,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, and the clasp at the front of her bra. Before she has time to react, you...

pull her uniform and bra wide open.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Glad to hear it!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, and the clasp at the front of her bra. Before she has time to react, you...

pull her uniform and bra wide open.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina chuckles as her entire chest becomes exposed. “Fancy a peek, do you?” she inquires. “All right then.” She takes a step backward, and smiles as you gaze happily at her large, shapely breasts.

“So beautiful,” you sigh.

She grins. “Thank you,” she says. She refastens her bra, then begins doing up her buttons. “Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your hands close around Katrina’s ample breasts; they feel soft, warm, and deliciously squeezable. Katrina chuckles. “Having fun there, Mr Keating, you old rascal?” she inquires in amusement, as she continues to fix your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm with an impish grin.

Katrina finally takes a step backward, and refastens her bra and buttons. “Let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Oh, it’s not that bad,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I was just wondering how things are going with Geoff Binnie.”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“King Lear.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her pink panties are in full view. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smirks. “Well he’s loving my uniform, of course. He swats my bottom every time I pass him in the common room. The worst thing he’s done so far is grab my boobs through my uniform. And of course I often flash my panties at him.”

“Good for you,” you say with a grin.

She winks at you. “See you later, Mr Keating.” She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and you grab your iPad in preparation for taking photo and video of her dancing.

As the music plays, Katrina dances, and her pink panties inevitably are on frequent display. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are completely uncovered. As you watch and video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you quietly cheer in appreciation, making her giggle.

In the next song, to your delight, she performs a little striptease, kicking off her shoes and then undoing her buttons, one at a time. Then she takes her uniform off entirely, and dances in just her bra and panties while you gleefully record her on video.

After the fourth song, Katrina puts her uniform back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina grins. “All right,” she says, and you grab your iPad and quickly start the camera app.

She gets up, turns away from you, and pulls up the back of her uniform, fully exposing her pink panties to your delighted eyes. She squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. As you video the event on your iPad, Katrina keeps pushing more and more poo out, until the bulge reaches the size of a large grapefruit.

“Wonderful!” you say happily. Then you add,

“May I touch it?”

“Would you mind posing for a couple more photos?”

“Sure,” says Katrina with a smile. “How do you want me?”

As you direct her through a handful of poses, you bid her unfasten more and more buttons, until her uniform is fully undone. Then you have her take it off, along with her shoes.

After taking a couple of quite tasteful underwear shots, you say, “Now, please could you sit on the chair, facing me, and...

undo your bra?”

spread your legs apart?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened, and then she loses the uniform entirely, leaving her in just her bra, panties, and shoes. Two rounds later, she has lost her shoes and bra as well.

“We still have a little time,” you remark, grinning at her naked breasts. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose, you have to...

kiss me on the lips.”

go braless beneath your uniform from now on.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her buttocks immediately peep into view, along with a hint of her pink panties, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. You laugh in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem forming a low arch over her panty-clad buttocks. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was beautiful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs halfway up her buttocks, exposing a considerable area of her panties. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina unclasps the front of her bra, and holds each side between her finger and thumb, with her wrists firmly clamped against the cups.

“Excellent!” you say, taking another photo. Then, to your delight, Katrina pulls her bra wide open, uncovering her breasts completely. “Fantastic!” you exclaim, taking yet another photo.

The bra comes off, and Katrina poses for you in nothing but her panties, while you enthusiastically take more and more photos. Then, laughing, she picks up her bra and puts it back on, followed by her uniform.

“This has been fun,” she says, her eyes twinkling. “See you later, Mr Keating.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina spreads her knees apart, so that her thighs form an angle of about sixty degrees.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you lean back,

lift your feet high up, and hold on to the backs of your thighs with your hands?”

and tuck your right hand inside the front of your panties?”

Katrina chuckles. “Naughty, but what the heck,” she says. “I’m feeling lucky!”

You deal hurriedly, hoping for good cards. Unfortunately, Katrina wins the hand. “Better luck next time, Mr Keating,” she says, noting your disappointed expression. She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Well, I’m feeling lucky, so why not? Deal away, Mr Keating!” You hurriedly deal the cards, hoping for a good hand. Unfortunately, however, Katrina wins this time. She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Not right now, Mr Keating,” she says, picking up her uniform. “It’s been a long day and I’d like to get home.” She puts on her uniform and buttons it up. “Have a good night!”

“You too,” you reply.

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in popping open the clasp at the front of her bra. Katrina chuckles at this, and she rolls her eyes as she takes her bra off. “Go on then, Mr Keating,” she says in amusement. “Have a play.” She leans back in, reaching for your pillow, and you...

grasp both of her breasts in your hands.

lean over a little, and fasten your lips around her left nipple.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

She puts her uniform back on, then leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina takes her time about fixing your pillow, and you happily massage her breasts in the meantime. Then she pulls away, and winks at you. “I’m ever so good to you, aren’t I Mr Keating?” she says.

“You are,” you agree fervently.

Katrina picks up her bra and uniform, and puts them back on. “Sleep well!” she says. Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

As you suck her nipple into your mouth, Katrina squeals, then takes a step backward. She giggles in embarrassment as she wipes your saliva off her nipple. “Mr Keating!” she says in exasperation. “You’re so naughty!”

“Sorry,” you say with a grin.

She puts her bra back on, and then her uniform. “Have a good night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina soon realises what you are doing, but she merely chuckles and continues with her task as you take photo after photo. Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, enabling you to take an even better photo of her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina hesitates, then says, “All right – here goes.” She squats a little, and strains ... and as you stare up at her panties in mounting excitement, a small lump appears. It grows larger and larger, filling out the pink material, until it has become a grapefruit-sized bulge that hangs down well below Katrina’s hem.

“Wonderful!” you whisper.

Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says, a little breathlessly.

“Thank you!” you reply. “May I take a closer look...?”

“All right,” she says. “Behave yourself though.” Turning around, she stands astride your lap while facing the foot of the bed, then she gets down on to her hands and knees. Her uniform rides up, exposing pretty much all of her bulging panties, which are within reach of your hands.

You stare in fascination at the stretched material, sagging under the weight of the faintly visible mass of poo within. Reaching out, you spread out your fingers beneath her panties, and then raise your palm, cupping the bulge and gently pressing it upwards.

Katrina gasps, but says nothing as you slowly ease the bulge back and forth, oscillating it between her buttocks while maintaining a slight pressure. Then you push it a little further forward, between her thighs, squishing it up against her...

“All right Mr Keating, that’s enough!” Katrina gasps, crawling forward then carefully climbing off the bed. “Naughty man!” Her face is rather flushed.

“You should let me go further,” you remark with a smile.

“No, I really shouldn’t,” she replies, a little flustered. “Anyway I need to go and clean up.” She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

When she returns, she puts the bedpan back, and gives you a little smile. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating,” she says.

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. She chuckles. “Behave yourself there, Mr Keating!” she says.

You gently stroke her inner thigh, slowly working your hand higher and higher. Before you get to her panties, however, she reaches down and deflects your hand. “That’s far enough, you naughty man!”

You reluctantly withdraw your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her bra and panties, and at the bare skin of her chest, belly, and thighs. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her bra and panties, and at the bare skin of her chest, belly, and thighs. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

“Um ... I don’t think so, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a little shiver. She straightens up, and tugs her uniform down, but it covers very little – her bulging panties are sagging at least four inches below the hem. “How does that look?”

“Incredibly sexy!” you say.

She grins, and shivers. “Okay,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl.”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As fun as that might be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina looks back at you with one eyebrow raised. “What do you have in mind?” she asks.

You think for a moment, then say, “Perhaps you could...

take your uniform off?”

lie down on the floor, on your side?”

Katrina chuckles. “I don’t think so, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “That’s a little too naughty a pose.”

“Fair enough,” you say, slightly disappointed.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina smirks. “No, that’s a little too sexual, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “Nice try, but let’s keep it clean.”

“Right,” you say, nodding. “Absolutely.”

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. She takes it off, then looks at you with a raised eyebrow for further instructions.

“Good,” you say, and you talk her through a few poses.

“God, this is so naughty,” says Katrina with a nervous giggle.

“How about without the bra now?” you suggest.

Katrina bites her lip, then nods. She unclasps her bra, then takes it off, exposing her gorgeous breasts.

“And the shoes,” you add, and she removes those too.

Now wearing only her bulging panties, Katrina looks anxious but excited as she poses for a few more photos. In the final shot, she is bending over to touch her toes, just next to your bed as you take a photo from almost directly above her.

Putting the iPad down, you take hold of the bulge in Katrina’s panties, and gently squish it against her. She gasps, but does not move, and you start sliding the mass of poo up and down the cleft between her buttocks, and a little farther forward, even. You cannot be sure what the poo is squishing against, but Katrina is beginning to breathe harder and faster.

“Oh ... God...” she gasps. “You mustn’t do that Mr Keating...” With an apparent effort, she straightens up and turns around. Her face is very flushed. “Oh ... your hand,” she says.

Your hand is moist and coated slightly brown. Katrina cleans it with a tissue and a wet wipe, seemingly more concerned about your very slight messiness than the huge squished mass of poo in her own panties. Finally, however, she dons her clothing and buttons up her uniform. “I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Ten minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it, again!” she says, her eyes shining. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “That does sound fun, doesn’t it?” She bites her lip. “All right – go on then. Just be gentle – I don’t want you to hurt your hand.”

Your eyes widen. “Are you serious?”

Katrina smirks. “Unless you’d rather not...?”

You quickly recover your composure. “Come on up here, then,” you say.

She starts to climb on to your bed, then pauses. “Just don’t go overboard, okay?” she cautions you.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you assure her.

“Ha!” she says, but she leans across you, then lies down, with her bottom on your lap.

You grin as you pull up her uniform to reveal a clean pair of panties. “Who’s been a naughty girl, then?” you ask softly.

“I have,” replies Katrina, putting on a little-girl voice.

“Oh dear!” you say. “Then you certainly deserve this!” You raise your left hand, then bring it down, lightly spanking Katrina’s right buttock.

She giggles, then clears her throat. “Sorry,” she apologises. “I’ll try and stay in character.” She puts on her little-girl voice again. “I’m sorry sir, I won’t do it again.”

You spank her again. “Oh, I think you will,” you say. “I anticipate a lot of spankings in your future, young lady!” Then you spank her again, and again, alternating buttocks. After about ten spanks, you stop. “All right, that’s enough. I hope you’ve learned your lesson!”

Katrina climbs back off the bed, and tugs her uniform down. Her eyes are shining. “Thank you!” she says with another giggle. “That was perfect. But now I’d better get going. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina purses her lips. “All right,” she says. She carefully lies down on her side, with her legs bent, and her bottom pointing towards you.

You grin at her bulging panties. “Excellent,” you say, taking a photo. “Now can you raise your left leg up...?”

Katrina chuckles. “No, I think that’s enough photos. I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She gets up, grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “As fun as that might be,” she says, “I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her very short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You shrug, and reply,

“Old.”

“Much better now you’re here.”

“Hardly surprising!” says Katrina. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and chuckle at the sight of her breasts. Pleased that she is once again braless, you...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Katrina smiles. “That’s nice to hear!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and chuckle at the sight of her breasts. Pleased that she is braless today, you...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers begin massaging Katrina’s breasts, and she gasps.

“Dear me, Mr Keating!” she chides you, amused, as she continues to adjust your pillows. “You’re ever so naughty.”

“I am,” you agree, as you gently tweak her nipples between your fingers and thumbs.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina gasps as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims, pulling away from you so that her nipple slips from your lips. “Fondling them is one thing – I never said you could suck on them too!”

“Forgive me,” you reply with a slight smirk. “I couldn’t help myself.”

She rolls her eyes as she refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Two Gentlemen of Verona.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that you can see all the way up to her pink panties. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and start taking photos.

say, “Have you thought any more about switching to thongs?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smiles warmly at you. “Yes, Mr Keating, I can do that,” she says. She unbuttons her uniform, pulls it off her shoulders, and drops it on the floor behind her. As you stare hungrily at her bare breasts, she says, “Are you going to behave yourself?”

“Probably not,” you admit.

She chuckles. “Didn’t think so. Move over, then.”

You eagerly, though a little laboriously, shift your body over to make room for Katrina. Having slipped off her shoes, she lifts up the top sheet and bedspread, and climbs into bed next to you. Lying down, she says, “All right, Mr Keating, you can have your little play.”

You do not need to be invited twice. Snuggling up against her warm body, you sigh happily as you rest your head against her shoulder, and begin caressing her left breast. After a few moments of this, you...

bend your head down, and start kissing her neck.

slide your hand down her belly.

Katrina giggles as you begin nuzzling her neck with your lips. “Silly man!” she says. She puts up with it for about a minute, however, before she gently pushes your head away. “All right, that’s enough.” She climbs out of bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating,” she says.

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina lets you caress your way slowly down her torso, but as you approach her panties she gently places her hand on yours. “That’s far enough,” she says. “I’d best be off anyway.” She climbs out of bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating,” she says.

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a smile. She puts on some dance music ... and her sexy moves frequently reveal her pink panties, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you sigh happily, and Katrina giggles.

During the next song, to your delight she begins unbuttoning her uniform, teasing you with little flashes of her breasts. Then she takes the uniform off entirely, and dances in just her panties and shoes while you excitedly capture her bouncing breasts on video.

After the fourth song, Katrina puts her uniform back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. “Budge up, then.”

You shift yourself over a bit, and she climbs on to the bed and sits down next to you. Then she pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and with the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch some quality drama for half an hour.

Then, with a sigh, she says, “Well, I should go.” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

You are still a better player than Katrina, and after twenty minutes, she has no buttons left.

“You’ll have to use the buttons on your uniform now,” you say with a grin.

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, and the game continues. It is not long before all of her buttons are undone, and her uniform is lying on the floor behind her chair.

“You win,” she says.

Staring eagerly at her breasts, you reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose, you have to...

take off your panties and shoes too.”

shorten your uniform a bit more.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then,” she says. “I’ll be right back.”

Two minutes later, she returns with the overbed table and the tiddlywinks box. She slides the base of the table under your bed, so that the tabletop is positioned a few inches above your lap. You open up the box and set up the game, with the red pot in the centre.

The two of you start playing, but it is not long before you overshoot the pot with one of your winks. By the end of the game, a few other winks have been lost in the same manner as the first.

Katrina pulls the table away from the bed. “Time to fetch the wandering winks,” she says. She climbs on to the bed, leans over you, then lies down flat, reaching down with one arm to retrieve the winks.

This means of course that her bottom, barely covered by her uniform, is rather temptingly positioned right in front of you. Her weight pressing down on your thighs is a little uncomfortable, but you are not about to object. Smiling, you grasp the hem of her uniform, and pull it up to expose her panty-clad bottom.

Katrina chuckles. “All right, Mr Keating, have a nice look,” she says. As she continues to retrieve winks from the floor, however, you find the sight before you too great a temptation. Grinning, you...

slide your left hand down between her upper thighs.

put your hands on her buttocks, and begin to massage them.

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up almost to buttock-level, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are peeping into view. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up until her buttocks start to peep into view, making your loins stir. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “I think not,” she says. “Game over, Mr Keating.”

She puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “What the heck,” she says, “I’m feeling lucky.”

Excitedly, you deal the next hand, hoping you get good cards. And indeed you do, with the result that you win the hand comfortably.

“Uh-oh!” says Katrina with a slightly anxious grin. “Looks like I’ve got some sewing to do! How much shorter did you have in mind?”

“As short as you dare,” you reply. “Surprise me.”

She chuckles. “I’ll do my best, Mr Keating,” she says. “But for now, I’d best be going.” She puts her uniform back on, and buttons it up. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as she feels your hand between her legs. “Mr Keating!” she says, clamping her thighs together. “Be nice!”

You pause, with your fingers resting against the gusset of her panties. She sounds quite anxious, so you withdraw your hand. “Sorry,” you say.

“Thank you,” she says, as she continues to retrieve winks from the floor. When she finally struggles back on to the bed, she smirks at you. “You do take some liberties, Mr Keating!”

You grin. “I do,” you admit.

She chuckles as she dismounts from the bed and tugs her uniform down. “Well I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as you give her bottom a squeeze. “Really, Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You grin as you massage her buttocks. “Just holding you steady,” you explain.

Katrina finishes retrieving the fallen winks, then she struggles back on to the bed. “Naughty man!” she says, as she dismounts from the other side and tugs her uniform down. “Holding me steady indeed!” She chuckles. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in undoing three of her buttons. Katrina, noticing what you are doing, chuckles and says, “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and have a feel.”

Encouraged, you take hold of her breasts, and begin to squeeze and fondle them. Then, since she seems in no hurry to finish with your pillows, you...

reach up and push her uniform off her shoulders.

slide your left hand down her belly towards her panties.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You expose Katrina’s shoulders, then pull her uniform down to her elbows, rendering her effectively topless. She giggles, then stands up and raises her arms, pulling her uniform back into position. “Naughty man,” she says affectionately. She refastens her buttons. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina gasps as your fingers slide past her belly button and reach the waistband of her panties. “Now now, Mr Keating, don’t take advantage of my generosity!” she chides you as she pulls away. She straightens up and refastens her buttons. “Have a good night.”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “A bit, Mr Keating,” she says. “And I haven’t ruled it out. But I’m not prepared to just yet. I’ll keep thinking about it.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” she chides you, but the temptation to misbehave is too great, and you begin caressing and squeezing her thigh. With each upward stroke, your hand gets closer and closer to Katrina’s panties, until at last she reaches down and pushes your hand away. “Enough!” she says firmly.

You reluctantly lower your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in undoing three of her buttons. Katrina, noticing what you are doing, chuckles and says, “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and have a feel.”

Encouraged, you take hold of her breasts, and begin to squeeze and fondle them. Then, since she seems in no hurry to finish with your pillows, you...

reach up and push her uniform off her shoulders.

slide your left hand down her belly towards her panties.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You expose Katrina’s shoulders, then pull her uniform down to her elbows, rendering her effectively topless. She giggles, then stands up and raises her arms, pulling her uniform back into position. “Naughty man,” she says affectionately. She refastens her buttons. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina gasps as your fingers slide past her belly button and reach the waistband of her panties. “Now now, Mr Keating, don’t take advantage of my generosity!” she chides you as she pulls away. She straightens up and refastens her buttons. “Have a good night.”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. You sigh happily as you notice she is once again wearing her ultra-short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You reply,

“Very aroused to see you, Katrina.”

“Fine thank you.”

Katrina grins naughtily. With the tip of her tongue between her teeth, she reaches beneath your bedclothes, finds the opening in the front of your pyjama bottoms, and gently pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Hmm,” she says, stroking it to full hardness. “I see what you mean.” Then she withdraws her hand, and gives you a wink.

“Tease!” you accuse her with a little smirk.

She laughs. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the full treatment later,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, and the clasp at the front of her bra. Before she has time to react, you...

pull her uniform and bra wide open.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Glad to hear it!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, and the clasp at the front of her bra. Before she has time to react, you...

pull her uniform and bra wide open.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina chuckles as her entire chest becomes exposed. “Fancy a peek, do you?” she inquires. “All right then.” She takes a step backward, and smiles as you gaze happily at her large, shapely breasts.

“So beautiful,” you sigh.

She grins. “Thank you,” she says. She refastens her bra, then begins doing up her buttons. “Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your hands close around Katrina’s ample breasts; they feel soft, warm, and deliciously squeezable. Katrina chuckles. “Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires in amusement, as she continues to fix your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm with an impish grin.

Katrina finally takes a step backward, and refastens her bra and buttons. “Let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Oh, it’s not that bad,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I was just wondering how things are going with Geoff Binnie.”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Two Gentlemen of Verona.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her pink panties are in full view. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smirks. “Well he’s loving my uniform, of course. He swats my bottom every time I pass him in the common room. The worst thing he’s done so far is grab my boobs through my uniform. And of course I often flash my panties at him.”

“Good for you,” you say with a grin.

She winks at you. “See you later, Mr Keating.” She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and you grab your iPad in preparation for taking photo and video of her dancing.

As the music plays, Katrina dances, and her pink panties inevitably are on frequent display. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are completely uncovered. As you watch and video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you quietly cheer in appreciation, making her giggle.

In the next song, to your delight, she performs a little striptease, kicking off her shoes and then undoing her buttons, one at a time. Then she takes her uniform off entirely, and dances in just her bra and panties while you gleefully record her on video.

After the fourth song, Katrina puts her uniform back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina grins. “All right,” she says, and you grab your iPad and quickly start the camera app.

She gets up, turns away from you, and pulls up the back of her uniform, fully exposing her pink panties to your delighted eyes. She squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. As you video the event on your iPad, Katrina keeps pushing more and more poo out, until the bulge reaches the size of a large grapefruit.

“Wonderful!” you say happily. Then you add,

“May I touch it?”

“Would you mind posing for a couple more photos?”

“Sure,” says Katrina with a smile. “How do you want me?”

As you direct her through a handful of poses, you bid her unfasten more and more buttons, until her uniform is fully undone. Then you have her take it off, along with her shoes.

After taking a couple of quite tasteful underwear shots, you say, “Now, please could you sit on the chair, facing me, and...

undo your bra?”

spread your legs apart?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened, and then she loses the uniform entirely, leaving her in just her bra, panties, and shoes. Two rounds later, she has lost her shoes and bra as well.

“We still have a little time,” you remark, grinning at her naked breasts. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose, you have to...

kiss me on the lips.”

go braless beneath your uniform from now on.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her buttocks immediately peep into view, along with a hint of her pink panties, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. You laugh in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem forming a low arch over her panty-clad buttocks. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was beautiful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs halfway up her buttocks, exposing a considerable area of her panties. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina unclasps the front of her bra, and holds each side between her finger and thumb, with her wrists firmly clamped against the cups.

“Excellent!” you say, taking another photo. Then, to your delight, Katrina pulls her bra wide open, uncovering her breasts completely. “Fantastic!” you exclaim, taking yet another photo.

The bra comes off, and Katrina poses for you in nothing but her panties, while you enthusiastically take more and more photos. Then, laughing, she picks up her bra and puts it back on, followed by her uniform.

“This has been fun,” she says, her eyes twinkling. “See you later, Mr Keating.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina spreads her knees apart, so that her thighs form an angle of about sixty degrees.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you lean back,

lift your feet high up, and hold on to the backs of your thighs with your hands?”

and tuck your right hand inside the front of your panties?”

Katrina chuckles. “Naughty, but what the heck,” she says. “I’m feeling lucky!”

You deal hurriedly, hoping for good cards. Unfortunately, Katrina wins the hand. “Better luck next time, Mr Keating,” she says, noting your disappointed expression. She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Well, I’m feeling lucky, so why not? Deal away, Mr Keating!” You hurriedly deal the cards, hoping for a good hand. Unfortunately, however, Katrina wins this time. She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Not right now, Mr Keating,” she says, picking up her uniform. “It’s been a long day and I’d like to get home.” She puts on her uniform and buttons it up. “Have a good night!”

“You too,” you reply.

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in popping open the clasp at the front of her bra. Katrina chuckles at this, and she rolls her eyes as she takes her bra off. “Go on then, Mr Keating,” she says in amusement. “Have a play.” She leans back in, reaching for your pillow, and you...

grasp both of her breasts in your hands.

lean over a little, and fasten your lips around her left nipple.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

She puts her uniform back on, then leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina takes her time about fixing your pillow, and you happily massage her breasts in the meantime. Then she pulls back, though not far enough to cause you to let go of her breasts. Regarding you with amusement as you continue to fondle her, she says, “My bra’s beginning to seem a little superfluous,” she remarks. “You just pop it open anyway whenever I come close.”

“Perhaps you should just not bother wearing one,” you suggest.

“That’s what I was thinking,” she agrees, to your surprise. She puts her uniform back on, and tucks her bra into her pocket. “No more bra, then. Tomorrow should be interesting!”

“Indeed it will!” you say eagerly.

She laughs. “Sleep well, Mr Keating,” she says. Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

As you suck her nipple into your mouth, Katrina squeals, then takes a step backward. She giggles in embarrassment as she wipes your saliva off her nipple. “Mr Keating!” she says in exasperation. “You’re so naughty!”

“Sorry,” you say with a grin.

She puts her bra back on, and then her uniform. “Have a good night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina soon realises what you are doing, but she merely chuckles and continues with her task as you take photo after photo. Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, enabling you to take an even better photo of her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina hesitates, then says, “All right – here goes.” She squats a little, and strains ... and as you stare up at her panties in mounting excitement, a small lump appears. It grows larger and larger, filling out the pink material, until it has become a grapefruit-sized bulge that hangs down well below Katrina’s hem.

“Wonderful!” you whisper.

Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says, a little breathlessly.

“Thank you!” you reply. “May I take a closer look...?”

“All right,” she says. “Behave yourself though.” Turning around, she stands astride your lap while facing the foot of the bed, then she gets down on to her hands and knees. Her uniform rides up, exposing pretty much all of her bulging panties, which are within reach of your hands.

You stare in fascination at the stretched material, sagging under the weight of the faintly visible mass of poo within. Reaching out, you spread out your fingers beneath her panties, and then raise your palm, cupping the bulge and gently pressing it upwards.

Katrina gasps, but says nothing as you slowly ease the bulge back and forth, oscillating it between her buttocks while maintaining a slight pressure. Then you push it a little further forward, between her thighs, squishing it up against her pussy.

“Mr Keating!” Katrina gasps, as you begin gently rocking the bulge back and forth. “You really mustn’t...”

You continue rubbing the bulge against her pussy for another few seconds, until with a little whimper she crawls forward, then carefully climbs off the bed. “Naughty man,” she says, a little breathlessly.

“You should just relax and enjoy it,” you remark with a smile.

“No, I really shouldn’t,” she replies, a little flustered. “Oh dear ... your hand...” She pulls a tissue from the box, and wipes the brownish dampness from your palm and fingers. Then she follows up with a wet wipe. “I need to go and clean up,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

When she returns, she puts the bedpan back, and gives you a little smile. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating,” she says.

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. She chuckles. “Behave yourself there, Mr Keating!” she says.

You gently stroke her inner thigh, slowly working your hand higher and higher. Before you get to her panties, however, she reaches down and deflects your hand. “That’s far enough, you naughty man!”

You reluctantly withdraw your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her bra and panties, and at the bare skin of her chest, belly, and thighs. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her bra and panties, and at the bare skin of her chest, belly, and thighs. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

“Um ... okay,” says Katrina with a little shiver. She straightens up and walks over to you, then she turns around and bends over slightly. “Just don’t be too naughty,” she says.

You reach out and cup the bulge in her panties with your hand. Katrina gasps as you press it up slightly, squishing her poo against and between her buttocks. “How does that feel?” you inquire.

“Quite nice,” she admits, “but we should stop there before you get me too messy.” She tugs her uniform down, but it covers very little – her bulging panties are sagging at least four inches below the hem. “How do I look?”

“Incredibly sexy!” you say.

She grins, and shivers. “Okay,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl.”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties up between her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

Katrina looks back at you with one eyebrow raised. “What do you have in mind?” she asks.

You think for a moment, then say, “Perhaps you could...

take your uniform off?”

lie down on the floor, on your side?”

Katrina squeals as you give her a little wedgie. You have barely a second to grin at her bared buttocks before she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, pulling her panties back into position, and pouts at you as she tugs her uniform down. “Naughty man!” she admonishes you. “Anyway I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina squeals as she feels your hand slip inside her panties to grasp her buttock. You have barely a second to enjoy squeezing her soft flesh before she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, tugging her uniform down, and pouts at you. “Naughty man!” she admonishes you. “Anyway I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “I don’t think so, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “That’s a little too naughty a pose.”

“Fair enough,” you say, slightly disappointed.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina smirks. “No, that’s a little too sexual, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “Nice try, but let’s keep it clean.”

“Right,” you say, nodding. “Absolutely.”

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. She takes it off, and you talk her through a few poses.

“And now without the bra and shoes?” you suggest.

Katrina nods, then unclasps her bra and takes it off, exposing her gorgeous breasts. She kicks off her shoes, and poses for a few more photos in just her bulging panties. In the final shot, she is bending over to touch her toes, just next to your bed as you take a photo from almost directly above her.

Putting the iPad down, you take hold of the bulge in Katrina’s panties, and gently squish it against her. She gasps, but does not move, and you start sliding the mass of poo up and down the cleft between her buttocks, and a little farther forward, even. You cannot be sure what the poo is squishing against, but Katrina is beginning to breathe harder and faster.

“Oh ... God...” she gasps. “You mustn’t do that Mr Keating...” With an apparent effort, she straightens up and turns around. Her face is very flushed. “Let me clean your hand,” she says.

Your hand is moist and coated slightly brown. Katrina cleans it with a tissue and a wet wipe, then she dons her clothing and buttons up her uniform. “I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Ten minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it, again!” she says, her eyes shining. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties up between her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

Katrina purses her lips. “All right,” she says. She carefully lies down on her side, with her legs bent, and her bottom pointing towards you.

You grin at her bulging panties. “Excellent,” you say, taking a photo. “Now can you raise your left leg up...?”

Katrina chuckles. “No, I think that’s enough photos. I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She gets up, grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties up between her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. To your astonishment and delight, she has very noticeably shortened her uniform. You cannot see her panties, but you guess they are not covered by much. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly.

“Turn around!” you blurt out excitedly, your eyes wide.

Katrina giggles. “You like?” she inquires, turning her back on you.

You cannot see any of her bottom either, but you figure the hemline must be grazing the lower curves of her buttocks.

“This was literally as short as I could make it,” she explains, “without my bum peeking out. I was very careful. Most of my colleagues have been very supportive or at least accepting of me showing off my legs, but a couple of them have been a little uneasy about it, and Scotty in particular is worried about me alienating the female residents. Needlessly, in my opinion – they’ve all been very complimentary – but I have to tread a little carefully for the sake of my colleagues. I did make sure I got Ian’s permission – he was happy for me to make whatever alterations I want.”

“Good old Ian,” you remark with a smile. “And what about my fellow male residents? I imagine I’m not the only one who appreciates you.”

Katrina giggles. “No, you’re not,” she says. “Mr Hodges loves to see me bend over, and Mr Binnie’s managed to cop a feel a couple of times.”

“Oh?” you say in surprise.

Katrina blushes. “Sorry,” she says, “I should have thought – does that bother you?”

You chuckle. “Only if it bothers you, Katrina.”

She shrugs. “I imagine I present a tempting target,” she says. “I don’t need to tell you that, I’m sure. That doesn’t excuse the groping, of course, but ... well, I suppose I’m just a forgiving sort.” She grins. “Honestly I find it more amusing than anything else. And I do quite like the attention.”

“Well you certainly don’t need my permission,” you say. “By all means flash Bernard, if you get a kick out of it. And enjoy Geoff Binnie’s gropings, if you can.”

Katrina grins slyly. “I do rather enjoy it, I must admit,” she says. “I know I shouldn’t – it’s very naughty of me – but sometimes I deliberately put my boobs or my bum within reach of Mr Binnie ... like I do with you. He hasn’t got as far as you have, but I’m sure my newly shortened uniform will make him bolder.”

“No doubt,” you agree.

Katrina briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, smiling mischievously. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, and pull her uniform open. Grinning at her exposed breasts, you...

begin massaging them with your hands.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her ultra-short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You grin at her thighs, and reply,

“Getting rather excited, actually.”

“Much better now you’re here.”

Katrina grins. “Oh yes?” she says. She reaches beneath your top sheet, finds the opening at the front of your pyjama bottoms, and pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Hmm, so I see!” she says. She gently strokes it until it is fully erect, then she lets go and withdraws her hand.

“Oh you tease!” you gasp.

Katrina laughs. “Don’t worry, Mr Keating, you’ll still get your blowjob later,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Katrina smiles. “That’s nice to hear!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. “No need to move.” Then she leans over you, and begins to straighten your pillows. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly get to work on her buttons. In next to no time you have the top three undone. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and chuckle at the sight of her breasts. Pleased that she is braless today, you...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers begin massaging Katrina’s breasts, and she chuckles.

“Having fun, Mr Keating?” she inquires, amused, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm, as you gently tweak her nipples between your fingers and thumbs.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina gasps as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims, pulling away from you so that her nipple slips from your lips. “Don’t be naughty!”

“Sorry,” you reply with a slight smirk.

She rolls her eyes as she refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away,” she says, “and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Two Gentlemen of Verona.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her pink panties are on full display. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and start taking photos.

say, “Have you thought any more about switching to thongs?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smiles warmly at you. “Yes, Mr Keating, I can do that,” she says. She unbuttons her uniform, pulls it off her shoulders, and drops it on the floor behind her. As you stare hungrily at her bare breasts, she says, “Are you going to behave yourself?”

“Probably not,” you admit.

She chuckles. “Didn’t think so. Move over, then.”

You eagerly, though a little laboriously, shift your body over to make room for Katrina. Having slipped off her shoes, she lifts up the top sheet and bedspread, and climbs into bed next to you. Lying down, she says, “All right, Mr Keating, you can have your little play.”

You do not need to be invited twice. Snuggling up against her warm body, you sigh happily as you rest your head against her shoulder, and begin caressing her left breast. After a few moments of this, you...

bend your head down, and start kissing her neck.

slide your hand down her belly.

Katrina giggles as you begin nuzzling her neck with your lips. “Silly man!” she says. She puts up with it for about a minute, however, before she gently pushes your head away. “All right, that’s enough.” She climbs out of bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating,” she says.

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina lets you caress your way slowly down her torso, but as you approach her panties she gently places her hand on yours. “That’s far enough,” she says. “I’d best be off anyway.” She climbs out of bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating,” she says.

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a smile. She puts on some dance music ... and her sexy moves frequently reveal her pink panties, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you sigh happily, and Katrina giggles.

During the next song, to your delight she begins unbuttoning her uniform, teasing you with little flashes of her breasts. Then she takes the uniform off entirely, and dances in just her panties and shoes while you excitedly capture her bouncing breasts on video.

After the fourth song, Katrina puts her uniform back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. “Budge up, then.”

You shift yourself over a bit, and she climbs on to the bed and sits down next to you. Then she pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and with the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch some quality drama for half an hour.

Then, with a sigh, she says, “Well, I should go.” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

You are still a better player than Katrina, and after twenty minutes, she has no buttons left.

“You’ll have to use the buttons on your uniform now,” you say with a grin.

Katrina chuckles. “All right then.” She unfastens her top button, and the game continues. It is not long before all of her buttons are undone, and her uniform is lying on the floor behind her chair.

“You win,” she says.

Staring eagerly at her breasts, you reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose, you have to...

take off your panties and shoes too.”

shorten your uniform a bit more.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then,” she says. “I’ll be right back.”

Two minutes later, she returns with the overbed table and the tiddlywinks box. She slides the base of the table under your bed, so that the tabletop is positioned a few inches above your lap. You open up the box and set up the game, with the red pot in the centre.

The two of you start playing, but it is not long before you overshoot the pot with one of your winks. By the end of the game, a few other winks have been lost in the same manner as the first.

Katrina pulls the table away from the bed. “Time to fetch the wandering winks,” she says. She climbs on to the bed, leans over you, then lies down flat, reaching down with one arm to retrieve the winks.

This means of course that her bottom, barely covered by her uniform, is rather temptingly positioned right in front of you. Her weight pressing down on your thighs is a little uncomfortable, but you are not about to object. Smiling, you grasp the hem of her uniform, and pull it up to expose her panty-clad bottom.

Katrina chuckles. “All right, Mr Keating, have a nice look,” she says. As she continues to retrieve winks from the floor, however, you find the sight before you too great a temptation. Grinning, you...

slide your left hand down between her upper thighs.

put your hands on her buttocks, and begin to massage them.

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up to reveal part of her buttocks and panties, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are almost entirely exposed. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up to reveal the lower half of her panty-clad buttocks. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “I think not,” she says. “Game over, Mr Keating.”

She puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Sorry Mr Keating,” she says, “but this is as short as I can go. Scotty’s unhappy enough about this length.”

She puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as she feels your hand between her legs. “Mr Keating!” she says, clamping her thighs together. “Be nice!”

You pause, with your fingers resting against the gusset of her panties. She sounds quite anxious, so you withdraw your hand. “Sorry,” you say.

“Thank you,” she says, as she continues to retrieve winks from the floor. When she finally struggles back on to the bed, she smirks at you. “You do take some liberties, Mr Keating!”

You grin. “I do,” you admit.

She chuckles as she dismounts from the bed and tugs her uniform down. “Well I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as you give her bottom a squeeze. “Really, Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You grin as you massage her buttocks. “Just holding you steady,” you explain.

Katrina finishes retrieving the fallen winks, then she struggles back on to the bed. “Naughty man!” she says, as she dismounts from the other side and tugs her uniform down. “Holding me steady indeed!” She chuckles. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in undoing three of her buttons. Katrina, noticing what you are doing, chuckles and says, “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and have a feel.”

Encouraged, you take hold of her breasts, and begin to squeeze and fondle them. Then, since she seems in no hurry to finish with your pillows, you...

reach up and push her uniform off her shoulders.

slide your left hand down her belly towards her panties.

Katrina chuckles. “Cheeky bugger,” she says, but she nevertheless comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You expose Katrina’s shoulders, then pull her uniform down to her elbows, rendering her effectively topless. She giggles, then stands up and raises her arms, pulling her uniform back into position. “Naughty man,” she says affectionately. She refastens her buttons. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina gasps as your fingers slide past her belly button and reach the waistband of her panties. “Now now, Mr Keating, don’t take advantage of my generosity!” she chides you as she pulls away. She straightens up and refastens her buttons. “Have a good night.”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “A bit, Mr Keating,” she says. “And I haven’t ruled it out. But I’m not prepared to just yet. I’ll keep thinking about it.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” she chides you, but the temptation to misbehave is too great, and you begin caressing and squeezing her thigh. With each upward stroke, your hand gets closer and closer to Katrina’s panties, until at last she reaches down and pushes your hand away. “Enough!” she says firmly.

You reluctantly lower your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina gasps as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims, pulling away from you so that her nipple slips from your lips. “Don’t be naughty!”

“Sorry,” you reply with a slight smirk. “In fairness, though, you did grab my willy, so I’m not the only naughty one here.”

Katrina laughs. “Touché,” she says. “And I do suck your willy every day too, which is probably worse than a little nipple-sucking.”

“Exactly,” you say, reaching out and pulling you towards you. “So you can’t really object to this, then, can you?” You fasten your mouth to her nipple, and resume sucking it.

“Ha!” says Katrina, amused. “I believe your reasoning is a little flawed there, Mr Keating, since you’re the main beneficiary in both situations!”

You remove your mouth from her breast for a moment, and say craftily, “I can’t help noticing you didn’t say ‘sole beneficiary’. Perhaps this doesn’t feel too bad...?” You resume sucking her right nipple, while gently massaging her left breast with your right hand.

Katrina chuckles. “It feels all right,” she admits. “Which is part of the issue. I can justify giving you pleasure because it’s my job to make your declining years as enjoyable as possible.”

“Which you are doing,” you assure her, pulling away from her nipple once more. “But I long for a way to express my appreciation – to give something back, if you like. If I can give you any kind of pleasure ... that would make me happy.”

Katrina shrugs as you go back to sucking on her nipple. “Well, I’m letting you do it, aren’t I?” she says. “I suppose, when it comes down to it, I don’t really mind. Just don’t tell the other old chaps in here, or they’ll all want a suck.”

You grin, and nod. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” you tell her.

“All right,” she says, stepping back and refastening her buttons. “I suppose that’s settled, then. Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. You sigh happily as you notice she is once again wearing her ultra-short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You reply,

“Very aroused to see you, Katrina.”

“Fine thank you.”

Katrina grins naughtily. With the tip of her tongue between her teeth, she reaches beneath your bedclothes, finds the opening in the front of your pyjama bottoms, and gently pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Hmm,” she says, stroking it to full hardness. “I see what you mean.” Then she withdraws her hand, and gives you a wink.

“Tease!” you accuse her with a little smirk.

She laughs. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the full treatment later,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons and pull her uniform open, grinning excitedly as you see she is not wearing a bra beneath. Before she has time to react, you...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Glad to hear it!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons and pull her uniform open, grinning excitedly as you see she is not wearing a bra beneath. Before she has time to react, you...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina gasps as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Naughty man!” she chides you as she swats the top of your head. “Stop that.”

You detach, grinning. “Sorry about that,” you say insincerely.

Katrina rolls her eyes as she refastens her buttons. “You really are the limit, Mr Keating,” she says. “Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your hands close around Katrina’s ample breasts; they feel soft, warm, and deliciously squeezable. Katrina chuckles. “Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires in amusement, as she continues to fix your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm with an impish grin.

Katrina finally takes a step backward, and refastens her buttons. “Let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Oh, it’s not that bad,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I was just wondering how things are going with Geoff Binnie.”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

Her right thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your left hand upon it as the two of you figure out clues together. When you start stroking upward, however, Katrina chuckles.

“Concentrate on the crossword, Mr Keating,” she admonishes you gently.

Duly chastened, you reluctantly withdraw your hand. With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Two Gentlemen of Verona.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her pink panties are in full view. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smirks. “Well he’s still enjoying my uniform, of course. He likes to make a grab for my bottom every time I pass him in the common room. I usually let him have a little grope. He also likes to grab my boobs through my uniform. And of course I often flash my panties at him.”

“Good for you,” you say with a grin.

She winks at you. “See you later, Mr Keating.” She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and you grab your iPad in preparation for taking photo and video of her dancing.

As the music plays, Katrina dances, and her pink panties inevitably are on frequent display. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are completely uncovered. As you watch and video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you quietly cheer in appreciation, making her giggle.

In the next song, to your delight, she performs a little striptease, kicking off her shoes and then undoing her buttons, one at a time. Then she takes her uniform off entirely, and dances in just her panties while you gleefully record her bouncing breasts on video.

After the fourth song, Katrina puts her uniform back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina grins. “All right,” she says, and you grab your iPad and quickly start the camera app.

She gets up, turns away from you, and pulls up the back of her uniform, fully exposing her pink panties to your delighted eyes. She squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. As you video the event on your iPad, Katrina keeps pushing more and more poo out, until the bulge reaches the size of a large grapefruit.

“Wonderful!” you say happily. Then you add,

“May I touch it?”

“Would you mind posing for a couple more photos?”

“Sure,” says Katrina with a smile. “How do you want me?”

As you direct her through a handful of poses, you bid her unfasten more and more buttons, until her uniform is fully undone. Then you have her take it off, along with her shoes, so that she is wearing only her panties.

Katrina seems a little nervous, but excited, to be so exposed. Licking your lips, you say, “Now, please could you sit on the chair, facing me, and spread your legs apart?”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina spreads her knees apart, so that her thighs form an angle of about sixty degrees.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you lean back,

lift your feet high up, and hold on to the backs of your thighs with your hands?”

and tuck your right hand inside the front of your panties?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened, and then she loses the uniform entirely, leaving her in just her panties and shoes. One round later, she has lost her shoes as well.

“We still have a little time,” you remark, grinning at her naked breasts. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose, you have to...

kiss me on the lips.”

take off the panties.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her buttocks immediately peep into view, along with a hint of her pink panties, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. You laugh in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem forming a low arch over her panty-clad buttocks. Then she straightens up, and turns around. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was beautiful!” you say happily.

“The novelty hasn’t worn off yet, then?” she inquires. “After all, you’ve seen a lot more of me than that...”

“The sight of you bending over in a tiny uniform could never lose its lustre,” you assure her. “It’s just about my favourite sight in the world – except perhaps for the sight of those panties filling up with poo.”

Katrina giggles. “Well, my bowels do feel pretty full,” she says. “Perhaps I should just do a little poo, to ease the pressure.”

“Oh!” you say. “Yes please!”

She laughs. “All right then,” she says, turning around. But then she notices the book she is holding. “Here, catch.” She tosses it gently on to the bed.

Unfortunately, the heavy book happens to land on your erect penis. You grunt in pain, your eyes watering.

“Oh my God!” exclaims Katrina, rushing over. “I’m so sorry Mr Keating! That was stupid of me!”

“It’s quite all right,” you gasp.

“Let me take a look,” she insists, pulling the sheets back. She frees your rapidly wilting erection from your pyjama bottoms, and looks it over closely. “I think I killed it,” she says sadly.

“It’s just stunned,” you reply. “Try giving it mouth-to-mouth.”

Katrina grins. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” she says. “A blowjob from your favourite nurse...”

“Goodness me, yes!” you reply, and then your eyes widen as Katrina bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. “Ohh!” you exclaim.

In no time, under Katrina’s surprisingly expert oral ministrations, your erection has fully recovered. Mere moments after that, you are climaxing inside her mouth. “Ohh yessss...” you gasp. “That feels so ... amazing...”

Swallowing, Katrina stands up and grins slyly at you. “You all right there, Mr Keating?”

“I’m wonderful!” you reply. “But puzzled! I didn’t expect that. It was ... so incredibly generous!”

Katrina shrugs. “Actually it was kind of fun for me too,” she says. “I enjoy giving blowjobs, though I’m a little out of practice of course, with no boyfriend to my name.” She sighs.

“Even on a hundred-year-old willy?” you ask, astonished.

She smiles. “Your willy is just fine,” she says. “And your sperm is as fresh as any man’s who’s getting milked daily.”

“Well then!” you say. “Feel free to practise on me as much as you like!”

Katrina grins, as she pulls the sheets back over you. “I may just take you up on that. Enjoy your book, Mr Keating.”

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs halfway up her buttocks, exposing a considerable area of her panties. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina chuckles. “I don’t think so, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “That’s a little too naughty a pose.”

“Fair enough,” you say, slightly disappointed.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina smirks. “No, that’s a little too sexual, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “Nice try, but let’s keep it clean.”

“Right,” you say, nodding. “Absolutely.”

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Naughty, but what the heck,” she says. “I’m feeling lucky!”

You deal hurriedly, hoping for good cards. Unfortunately, Katrina wins the hand. “Better luck next time, Mr Keating,” she says, noting your disappointed expression. She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina shakes her head. “Sorry Mr Keating, but the panties stay on,” she says. “I think we should stop there.” She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Not right now, Mr Keating,” she says, picking up her uniform. “It’s been a long day and I’d like to get home.” She puts on her uniform and buttons it up. “Have a good night!”

“You too,” you reply.

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her breasts are just inches from your face, and you quickly take them both in your hands. Katrina chuckles. “Go on then, Mr Keating,” she says in amusement. “Have a play.”

As she continues to adjust your pillows, you...

slide your right hand down her belly towards her panties.

lean over a little, and fasten your lips around her left nipple.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

She puts her uniform back on, then leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

While continuing to massage Katrina’s right breast with your left hand, you run your right hand down her belly and abdomen, until it reaches the waistband of her panties.

“Oh no you don’t,” says Katrina, catching your hand and taking a step backward. “Crumbs, you always have to try for more, don’t you?”

“I do,” you confess.

She laughs. “Sleep well, Mr Keating,” she says. Then she puts her uniform back on and leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

As you suck her nipple into your mouth, Katrina squeals, then takes a step backward. She giggles in embarrassment as she wipes your saliva off her nipple. “Mr Keating!” she says in exasperation. “You’re so naughty!”

“Sorry,” you say with a grin.

She puts her uniform back on. “Have a good night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina soon realises what you are doing, but she merely chuckles and continues with her task as you take photo after photo. Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, enabling you to take an even better photo of her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina hesitates, then says, “All right – here goes.” She squats a little, and strains ... and as you stare up at her panties in mounting excitement, a small lump appears. It grows larger and larger, filling out the pink material, until it has become a grapefruit-sized bulge that hangs down well below Katrina’s hem.

“Wonderful!” you whisper.

Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says, a little breathlessly.

“Thank you!” you reply. “May I take a closer look...?”

“All right,” she says. Turning around, she stands astride your lap while facing the foot of the bed, then she gets down on to her hands and knees. Her uniform rides up, exposing pretty much all of her bulging panties, which are within reach of your hands.

You stare in fascination at the stretched material, sagging under the weight of the faintly visible mass of poo within. Reaching out, you spread out your fingers beneath her panties, and then raise your palm, cupping the bulge and gently pressing it upwards.

Katrina gasps, but says nothing as you slowly ease the bulge back and forth, oscillating it between her buttocks while maintaining a slight pressure. Then you push it a little further forward, between her thighs, squishing it up against her pussy.

“Mr Keating!” Katrina gasps, as you begin gently rocking the bulge back and forth. “You really mustn’t...”

You continue rubbing the bulge against her pussy for another few seconds, until with a little whimper she crawls forward, then carefully climbs off the bed. “Naughty man,” she says, a little breathlessly.

“You should just relax and enjoy it,” you remark with a smile.

“No, I really shouldn’t,” she replies, a little flustered. “Oh dear ... your hand...” She pulls a tissue from the box, and wipes the brownish dampness from your palm and fingers. Then she follows up with a wet wipe. “I need to go and clean up,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

When she returns, she puts the bedpan back, and gives you a little smile. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating,” she says.

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. She chuckles. “Behave yourself there, Mr Keating!” she says.

You gently stroke her inner thigh, slowly working your hand higher and higher. Before you get to her panties, however, she reaches down and deflects your hand. “That’s far enough, you naughty man!”

You reluctantly withdraw your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her panties and naked breasts. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her panties and naked breasts. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

“Um ... okay,” says Katrina with a little shiver. She straightens up and walks over to you, then she turns around and bends over slightly. “Just don’t be too naughty,” she says.

You reach out and cup the bulge in her panties with your hand. Katrina gasps as you press it up slightly, squishing her poo against and between her buttocks. “How does that feel?” you inquire.

“Quite nice,” she admits, “but we should stop there before you get me too messy.” She tugs her uniform down, but it covers very little – her bulging panties are sagging at least four inches below the hem. “How do I look?”

“Incredibly sexy!” you say.

She grins, and shivers. “Okay,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl.”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties up between her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

Katrina looks back at you with one eyebrow raised. “What do you have in mind?” she asks.

You think for a moment, then say, “Perhaps you could...

take your uniform off?”

lie down on the floor, on your side?”

Katrina squeals as you give her a little wedgie. You have barely a second to grin at her bared buttocks before she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, pulling her panties back into position, and pouts at you as she tugs her uniform down. “Naughty man!” she admonishes you. “Anyway I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina squeals as she feels your hand slip inside her panties to grasp her buttock. You have barely a second to enjoy squeezing her soft flesh before she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, tugging her uniform down, and pouts at you. “Naughty man!” she admonishes you. “Anyway I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become very excited at the prospect of another handjob. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Katrina seems unfazed as she begins rubbing lotion up and down the shaft of your erection. Making a fist around your cock, she pumps it rhythmically for the next couple of minutes, until you groan and spurt your semen all over her fingers.

“Thank you Katrina!” you gasp.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, as she cleans her hand with a tissue. She then gently wipes the end of your penis.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. She takes it off, and you talk her through a few poses.

“And now without the shoes?” you suggest.

Katrina kicks off her shoes, and poses for a few more photos in just her bulging panties. In the final shot, she is bending over to touch her toes, just next to your bed as you take a photo from almost directly above her.

Putting the iPad down, you take hold of the bulge in Katrina’s panties, and gently squish it against her. She gasps, but does not move, and you start sliding the mass of poo up and down the cleft between her buttocks, and a little farther forward, so that it rubs against her pussy. Katrina begins to breathe harder and faster, and you intensify the rubbing.

“Oh ... God...” she gasps. “You mustn’t do that Mr Keating...” With an apparent effort, she straightens up and turns around. Her face is very flushed. “Let me clean your hand,” she says.

Your hand is moist and coated slightly brown. Katrina cleans it with a tissue and a wet wipe, then she dons her clothing and buttons up her uniform. “I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Ten minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it, again!” she says, her eyes shining. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties up between her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

Katrina purses her lips. “All right,” she says. She carefully lies down on her side, with her legs bent, and her bottom pointing towards you.

You grin at her bulging panties. “Excellent,” you say, taking a photo. “Now can you raise your left leg up...?”

Katrina chuckles. “No, I think that’s enough photos. I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She gets up, grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties up between her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her ultra-short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You grin at her thighs, and reply,

“Getting rather excited, actually.”

“Much better now you’re here.”

Katrina grins. “Oh yes?” she says. She reaches beneath your top sheet, finds the opening at the front of your pyjama bottoms, and pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Hmm, so I see!” she says. She gently strokes it until it is fully erect, then she lets go and withdraws her hand.

“Oh you tease!” you gasp.

Katrina laughs. “Don’t worry, Mr Keating, you’ll still get your blowjob later,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Katrina smiles. “That’s nice to hear!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers begin massaging Katrina’s breasts, and she chuckles.

“Having fun, Mr Keating?” she inquires, amused, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm, as you gently tweak her nipples between your fingers and thumbs.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina giggles as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Silly man,” she says, continuing to work on your pillows.

You happily swirl your tongue around her nipple, gently sucking on it, sometimes opening your mouth a little wider to take in more of her breast flesh. Meanwhile, your right hand is squeezing and caressing her left breast.

You are a little surprised by how long Katrina allows this to continue, but eventually she says, “All right, that’s enough.” She takes a step back, and refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Two Gentlemen of Verona.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her pink panties are on full display. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and start taking photos.

say, “Have you thought any more about switching to thongs?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smiles warmly at you. “Yes, Mr Keating, I can do that,” she says. She unbuttons her uniform, pulls it off her shoulders, and drops it on the floor behind her. As you stare hungrily at her bare breasts, she says, “Are you going to behave yourself?”

“Probably not,” you admit.

She chuckles. “Didn’t think so. Move over, then.”

You eagerly, though a little laboriously, shift your body over to make room for Katrina. Having slipped off her shoes, she lifts up the top sheet and bedspread, and climbs into bed next to you. Lying down, she says, “All right, Mr Keating, you can have your little play.”

You do not need to be invited twice. Snuggling up against her warm body, you sigh happily as you rest your head against her shoulder, and begin caressing her left breast. After a few moments of this, you...

bend your head down, and start kissing her neck.

slide your hand down her belly.

Katrina giggles as you begin nuzzling her neck with your lips. “Silly man!” she says. She puts up with it for about a minute, however, before she gently pushes your head away. “All right, that’s enough.” She climbs out of bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating,” she says.

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina lets you caress your way slowly down her torso, but as you approach her panties she gently places her hand on yours. “That’s far enough,” she says. “I’d best be off anyway.” She climbs out of bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating,” she says.

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a smile. She puts on some dance music ... and her sexy moves frequently reveal her pink panties, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you sigh happily, and Katrina giggles.

During the next song, to your delight she begins unbuttoning her uniform, teasing you with little flashes of her breasts. Then she takes the uniform off entirely, and dances in just her panties and shoes while you excitedly capture her bouncing breasts on video.

After the fourth song, Katrina puts her uniform back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. “Budge up, then.”

You shift yourself over a bit, and she climbs on to the bed and sits down next to you. Then she pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and with the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch some quality drama.

Her bare thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your hand upon it. Over the next few minutes you casually stroke higher and higher up her leg, until you have almost reached her panties. But then she places her hand gently but firmly on yours. “That’s far enough, you naughty man,” she says.

You chuckle, remove your hand, and turn your attention back to the programme.

After half an hour, with a sigh, Katrina says, “Well, I should go.” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, so she moves on to the buttons on her uniform. It is not long before all of those buttons are undone, and her uniform is lying on the floor behind her chair.

“What now?” she says.

Staring eagerly at her breasts, you reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose, you have to...

take off your panties and shoes too.”

shorten your uniform a bit more.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then,” she says. “I’ll be right back.”

Two minutes later, she returns with the overbed table and the tiddlywinks box. She slides the base of the table under your bed, so that the tabletop is positioned a few inches above your lap. You open up the box and set up the game, with the red pot in the centre.

The two of you start playing, but it is not long before you overshoot the pot with one of your winks. By the end of the game, a few other winks have been lost in the same manner as the first.

Katrina pulls the table away from the bed. “Time to fetch the wandering winks,” she says. She climbs on to the bed, leans over you, then lies down flat, reaching down with one arm to retrieve the winks.

This means of course that her bottom, barely covered by her uniform, is rather temptingly positioned right in front of you. Her weight pressing down on your thighs is a little uncomfortable, but you are not about to object. Smiling, you grasp the hem of her uniform, and pull it up to expose her panty-clad bottom.

Katrina chuckles. “All right, Mr Keating, have a nice look,” she says. As she continues to retrieve winks from the floor, however, you find the sight before you too great a temptation. Grinning, you...

slide your left hand down between her upper thighs.

put your hands on her buttocks, and begin to massage them.

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up to reveal part of her buttocks and panties, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are almost entirely exposed. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up to reveal the lower half of her panty-clad buttocks. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “I think not,” she says. “Game over, Mr Keating.”

She puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Sorry Mr Keating,” she says, “but this is as short as I can go. Scotty’s unhappy enough about this length.”

She puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as she feels your hand between her legs. “Mr Keating!” she says, clamping her thighs together. “Be nice!”

You pause, with your fingers resting against the gusset of her panties. She sounds quite anxious, so you withdraw your hand. “Sorry,” you say.

“Thank you,” she says, as she continues to retrieve winks from the floor. When she finally struggles back on to the bed, she smirks at you. “You do take some liberties, Mr Keating!”

You grin. “I do,” you admit.

She chuckles as she dismounts from the bed and tugs her uniform down. “Well I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as you give her bottom a squeeze. “Really, Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You grin as you massage her buttocks. “Just holding you steady,” you explain.

Katrina finishes retrieving the fallen winks, then she struggles back on to the bed. “Naughty man!” she says, as she dismounts from the other side and tugs her uniform down. “Holding me steady indeed!” She chuckles. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to adjust your pillows. While she is doing this, her chest is just inches from your face, and you waste no time in undoing three of her buttons. Katrina, noticing what you are doing, chuckles and says, “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and have a feel.”

Encouraged, you take hold of her breasts, and begin to squeeze and fondle them. Then, since she seems in no hurry to finish with your pillows, you...

reach up and push her uniform off her shoulders.

slide your left hand down her belly towards her panties.

Katrina chuckles. “All right,” she says, and she comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

Katrina leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You expose Katrina’s shoulders, then pull her uniform down to her elbows, rendering her effectively topless. She giggles, then she stands up and unbuttons the rest of her uniform. Dropping it on to the floor, she says, “You hadn’t seen enough of me today, I take it?”

You sigh happily as you look her up and down. “It doesn’t matter how often I see you like this, Katrina, I could never get tired of the sight. You’re beautiful – you have a beautiful soul and a beautiful body. I’m incredibly lucky to have you in my life.”

“Thank you,” says Katrina, smiling. “It’s lovely to hear you say that. Honestly, it’s a pleasure undressing in front of you – I enjoy making you happy, and I love seeing that look on your face.”

“Feel free to undress in here any time you like!” you tell her eagerly.

She laughs. “All right, I will,” she says. Then she grins. “Would you like to suck on my boobs for a minute before I go?”

“Yes please!” you reply.

She kicks off her shoes, then she climbs up on to the bed, and straddles your lap, settling her panty-clad buttocks on your upper thighs. Then she leans forward, arching her back and sticking out her chest, presenting her breasts to you. You take her right nipple into your mouth, and her left breast in your hand, and you suck and fondle to your heart’s content ... until she gently says, “All right, dear, that’s enough.”

“My word, this is nice though!” you say, coming up for air.

Katrina giggles. “Maybe this can be part of our nightly ritual,” she says, as she climbs off the bed.

“I’d like that – a lot,” you reply.

Katrina puts on her shoes and uniform, and refastens her buttons. Then she leans over, and kisses your cheek. “Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina gasps as your fingers slide past her belly button and reach the waistband of her panties. “Now now, Mr Keating, don’t take advantage of my generosity!” she chides you as she pulls away. She straightens up and refastens her buttons. “Have a good night.”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “A bit, Mr Keating,” she says. “And I haven’t ruled it out. But I’m not prepared to just yet. I’ll keep thinking about it.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” she chides you, but the temptation to misbehave is too great, and you begin caressing and squeezing her thigh. With each upward stroke, your hand gets closer and closer to Katrina’s panties, until at last she reaches down and pushes your hand away. “Enough!” she says firmly.

You reluctantly lower your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

You reply,

“Goodnight Katrina.”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows before you go?”

“What, no goodnight kiss?”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. You sigh happily as you notice she is once again wearing her ultra-short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You reply,

“Very aroused to see you, Katrina.”

“Fine thank you.”

Katrina grins naughtily. With the tip of her tongue between her teeth, she reaches beneath your bedclothes, finds the opening in the front of your pyjama bottoms, and gently pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Hmm,” she says, stroking it to full hardness. “I see what you mean.” Then she withdraws her hand, and gives you a wink.

“Tease!” you accuse her with a little smirk.

She laughs. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the full treatment later,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, pull her uniform open, and...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Glad to hear it!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, pull her uniform open, and...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina gasps as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Naughty man!” she chides you as she swats the top of your head. “Stop that.”

You detach, grinning. “Sorry about that,” you say insincerely.

Katrina rolls her eyes as she refastens her buttons. “You really are the limit, Mr Keating,” she says. “Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your hands close around Katrina’s ample breasts; they feel soft, warm, and deliciously squeezable. Katrina chuckles. “Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires in amusement, as she continues to fix your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm with an impish grin.

Katrina finally takes a step backward, and refastens her buttons. “Let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Oh, it’s not that bad,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I was just wondering how things are going with Geoff Binnie.”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

Her right thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your left hand upon it as the two of you figure out clues together. When you start stroking upward, however, Katrina chuckles.

“Concentrate on the crossword, Mr Keating,” she admonishes you gently.

Duly chastened, you reluctantly withdraw your hand. With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Two Gentlemen of Verona.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her pink panties are in full view. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smirks. “Well he’s still enjoying my uniform, of course. He likes to make a grab for my bottom every time I pass him in the common room. I usually let him have a little grope. He also likes to grab my boobs through my uniform. And of course I often flash my panties at him.”

“Good for you,” you say with a grin.

She winks at you. “See you later, Mr Keating.” She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and you grab your iPad in preparation for taking photo and video of her dancing.

As the music plays, Katrina dances, and her pink panties inevitably are on frequent display. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are completely uncovered. As you watch and video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you quietly cheer in appreciation, making her giggle.

In the next song, to your delight, she performs a little striptease, kicking off her shoes and then undoing her buttons, one at a time. Then she takes her uniform off entirely, and dances in just her panties while you gleefully record her bouncing breasts on video.

After the fourth song, Katrina puts her uniform back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina grins. “All right,” she says, and you grab your iPad and quickly start the camera app.

She gets up, turns away from you, and pulls up the back of her uniform, fully exposing her pink panties to your delighted eyes. She squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. As you video the event on your iPad, Katrina keeps pushing more and more poo out, until the bulge reaches the size of a large grapefruit.

“Wonderful!” you say happily. Then you add,

“May I touch it?”

“Would you mind posing for a couple more photos?”

“Sure,” says Katrina with a smile. “How do you want me?”

As you direct her through a handful of poses, you bid her unfasten more and more buttons, until her uniform is fully undone. Then you have her take it off, along with her shoes, so that she is wearing only her panties.

Katrina seems a little nervous, but excited, to be so exposed. Licking your lips, you say, “Now, please could you sit on the chair, facing me, and spread your legs apart?”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina spreads her knees apart, so that her thighs form an angle of about sixty degrees.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you lean back,

lift your feet high up, and hold on to the backs of your thighs with your hands?”

and tuck your right hand inside the front of your panties?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened, and then she loses the uniform entirely, leaving her in just her panties and shoes. One round later, she has lost her shoes as well.

“We still have a little time,” you remark, grinning at her naked breasts. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose, you have to...

kiss me on the lips.”

take off the panties.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her buttocks immediately peep into view, along with a hint of her pink panties, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. You laugh in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem forming a low arch over her panty-clad buttocks. Then she straightens up, and turns around. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was beautiful!” you say happily.

Smiling, Katrina comes over and hands you the book. “Enjoy,” she says.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs halfway up her buttocks, exposing a considerable area of her panties. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina chuckles. “I don’t think so, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “That’s a little too naughty a pose.”

“Fair enough,” you say, slightly disappointed.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina smirks. “No, that’s a little too sexual, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “Nice try, but let’s keep it clean.”

“Right,” you say, nodding. “Absolutely.”

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Naughty, but what the heck,” she says. “I’m feeling lucky!”

You deal hurriedly, hoping for good cards. Unfortunately, Katrina wins the hand. “Better luck next time, Mr Keating,” she says, noting your disappointed expression. She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina shakes her head. “Sorry Mr Keating, but the panties stay on,” she says. “I think we should stop there.” She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Not right now, Mr Keating,” she says, picking up her uniform. “It’s been a long day and I’d like to get home.” She puts on her uniform and buttons it up. “Have a good night!”

“You too,” you reply.

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. “Stay still – I’ll work around you.”

While she is doing this, her breasts are just inches from your face, and you quickly take them both in your hands. Katrina chuckles. “Go on then, Mr Keating,” she says in amusement. “Have a play.”

As she continues to adjust your pillows, you...

slide your right hand down her belly towards her panties.

lean over a little, and fasten your lips around her left nipple.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

She puts her uniform back on, then leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

While continuing to massage Katrina’s right breast with your left hand, you run your right hand down her belly and abdomen, until it reaches the waistband of her panties.

“Oh no you don’t,” says Katrina, catching your hand and taking a step backward. “Crumbs, you always have to try for more, don’t you?”

“I do,” you confess.

She laughs. “Sleep well, Mr Keating,” she says. Then she puts her uniform back on and leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

As you suck her nipple into your mouth, Katrina squeals, then takes a step backward. She giggles in embarrassment as she wipes your saliva off her nipple. “Mr Keating!” she says in exasperation. “You’re so naughty!”

“Sorry,” you say with a grin.

She puts her uniform back on. “Have a good night, Mr Keating,” she says.

Then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina soon realises what you are doing, but she merely chuckles and continues with her task as you take photo after photo. Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, enabling you to take an even better photo of her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina giggles, then says, “All right – here goes.” She squats a little, and strains ... and as you stare up at her panties in mounting excitement, a small lump appears. It grows larger and larger, filling out the pink material, until it has become a grapefruit-sized bulge that hangs down well below Katrina’s hem.

“Wonderful!” you whisper.

Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says, a little breathlessly.

“Thank you!” you reply. “May I take a closer look...?”

“Sure,” she says. Turning around, she stands astride your lap while facing the foot of the bed, then she gets down on to her hands and knees. Her uniform rides up, exposing pretty much all of her bulging panties, which are within reach of your hands.

You stare in fascination at the stretched material, sagging under the weight of the faintly visible mass of poo within. Reaching out, you spread out your fingers beneath her panties, and then raise your palm, cupping the bulge and gently pressing it upwards.

Katrina gasps, but says nothing as you slowly ease the bulge back and forth, oscillating it between her buttocks while maintaining a slight pressure. Then you push it a little further forward, between her thighs, squishing it up against her pussy.

“Ohhhh...” Katrina gasps, as you begin gently rocking the bulge back and forth. “That does feel nice...”

You continue rubbing the bulge against her pussy, squishing her poo more and more, until chunks of it start falling out on to the bedspread. Yet Katrina, uttering little moans of pleasure, does not seem inclined to call a halt to the proceedings, so you keep on rubbing her pussy through her panties and poo, even though your hand is getting filthy as a result.

Suddenly Katrina shudders; collapsing on to her elbows, she buries her face into the bedspread and utters a long, muffled groan of ecstasy. You continue rubbing her pussy, though more slowly – by now the poo has been squished so thin that you can feel the contours of her labia through the damp brown material.

“Oh God,” Katrina groans, lifting her head off the bed. She carefully climbs off, and regards the devastation in alarm. “Ugh! What a mess! And look at your hand!”

“Sorry,” you say guiltily.

“Don’t worry,” she says, snapping back into nurse mode. “We’ll have this cleaned up in no time.” With the experience of a professional, she cleans your hand, gathers up the fallen poo, replaces your bedspread, and takes away the dirty one.

When she returns, ten minutes later, she grins at you. “Well that was something else, wasn’t it Mr Keating?”

“I hope you don’t regret it,” you say. “I certainly don’t. I’m happy I was able to give you some pleasure, after all the pleasure you’ve given me.”

“You didn’t mind getting your hand all messy?” she inquires.

“Not at all!” you say. “I knew you’d clean me up. And ... I got to feel your pussy...”

“Yes,” says Katrina, a little uncomfortably. “About that. I shouldn’t have let you go that far.”

“Didn’t you enjoy it?” you ask her. “It seemed like you did.”

“Of course I did,” says Katrina, with a little smirk. “Doesn’t mean it was right.”

“I enjoyed it, you enjoyed it,” you tell her. “Where’s the harm?”

She chuckles. “It was a bit of a messy business,” she remarks.

“Perhaps next time we can spread out a towel beneath you,” you suggest.

Katrina laughs. “We’ll see! I haven’t decided if there will be a next time. Anyway I’d better go. See you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. She chuckles. “Behave yourself there, Mr Keating!” she says.

You gently stroke her inner thigh, slowly working your hand higher and higher. Before you get to her panties, however, she reaches down and deflects your hand. “That’s far enough, you naughty man!”

You reluctantly withdraw your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her panties and naked breasts. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her panties and naked breasts. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

“Um ... okay,” says Katrina with a little shiver. She straightens up and walks over to you, then she turns around and bends over slightly. “Just don’t be too naughty,” she says.

You reach out and cup the bulge in her panties with your hand. Katrina gasps as you press it up slightly, squishing her poo against and between her buttocks. “How does that feel?” you inquire.

“Quite nice,” she admits, “but we should stop there before you get me too messy.” She tugs her uniform down, but it covers very little – her bulging panties are sagging at least four inches below the hem. “How do I look?”

“Incredibly sexy!” you say.

She grins, and shivers. “Okay,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl.”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties up between her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

Katrina looks back at you with one eyebrow raised. “What do you have in mind?” she asks.

You think for a moment, then say, “Perhaps you could...

take your uniform off?”

lie down on the floor, on your side?”

Katrina squeals as you give her a little wedgie. You have barely a second to grin at her bared buttocks before she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, pulling her panties back into position, and pouts at you as she tugs her uniform down. “Naughty man!” she admonishes you. “Anyway I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina squeals as she feels your hand slip inside her panties to grasp her buttock. You have barely a second to enjoy squeezing her soft flesh before she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, tugging her uniform down, and pouts at you. “Naughty man!” she admonishes you. “Anyway I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. She takes it off, and you talk her through a few poses.

“And now without the shoes?” you suggest.

Katrina kicks off her shoes, and poses for a few more photos in just her bulging panties. In the final shot, she is bending over to touch her toes, just next to your bed as you take a photo from almost directly above her.

Putting the iPad down, you take hold of the bulge in Katrina’s panties, and gently squish it against her. She gasps, but does not move, and you start sliding the mass of poo up and down the cleft between her buttocks, and a little farther forward, so that it rubs against her pussy. Katrina begins to breathe harder and faster, and you intensify the rubbing.

“Oh ... God...” she gasps. “You mustn’t do that Mr Keating...” With an apparent effort, she straightens up and turns around. Her face is very flushed. “Let me clean your hand,” she says.

Your hand is moist and coated slightly brown. Katrina cleans it with a tissue and a wet wipe, then she dons her clothing and buttons up her uniform. “I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier,” she says. She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Ten minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it, again!” she says, her eyes shining. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties up between her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

Katrina purses her lips. “All right,” she says. She carefully lies down on her side, with her legs bent, and her bottom pointing towards you.

You grin at her bulging panties. “Excellent,” you say, taking a photo. “Now can you raise your left leg up...?”

Katrina chuckles. “No, I think that’s enough photos. I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She gets up, grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties up between her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her ultra-short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You grin at her thighs, and reply,

“Getting rather excited, actually.”

“Much better now you’re here.”

Katrina grins. “Oh yes?” she says. She reaches beneath your top sheet, finds the opening at the front of your pyjama bottoms, and pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Hmm, so I see!” she says. She gently strokes it until it is fully erect, then she lets go and withdraws her hand.

“Oh you tease!” you gasp.

Katrina laughs. “Don’t worry, Mr Keating, you’ll still get your blowjob later,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Katrina smiles. “That’s nice to hear!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers begin massaging Katrina’s breasts, and she chuckles.

“Having fun, Mr Keating?” she inquires, amused, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm, as you gently tweak her nipples between your fingers and thumbs.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina giggles as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Silly man,” she says, continuing to work on your pillows.

You happily swirl your tongue around her nipple, gently sucking on it, sometimes opening your mouth a little wider to take in more of her breast flesh. Meanwhile, your right hand is squeezing and caressing her left breast.

You are a little surprised by how long Katrina allows this to continue, but eventually she says, “All right, that’s enough.” She takes a step back, and refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

Her right thigh is temptingly close, and you casually rest your left hand upon it as the two of you figure out clues together. When you start stroking upward, however, Katrina chuckles.

“Concentrate on the crossword, Mr Keating,” she admonishes you gently.

Duly chastened, you reluctantly withdraw your hand. With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Two Gentlemen of Verona.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her pink panties are on full display. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and start taking photos.

say, “Have you thought any more about switching to thongs?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smiles warmly at you. “Yes, Mr Keating, I can do that,” she says. She unbuttons her uniform, pulls it off her shoulders, and drops it on the floor behind her. As you stare hungrily at her bare breasts, she says, “Are you going to behave yourself?”

“Probably not,” you admit.

She chuckles. “Didn’t think so. Move over, then.”

You eagerly, though a little laboriously, shift your body over to make room for Katrina. Having slipped off her shoes, she lifts up the top sheet and bedspread, and climbs into bed next to you. Lying down, she says, “All right, Mr Keating, you can have your little play.”

You do not need to be invited twice. Snuggling up against her warm body, you sigh happily as you rest your head against her shoulder, and begin caressing her left breast. After a few moments of this, you...

bend your head down, and start kissing her neck.

slide your hand down her belly.

Katrina giggles as you begin nuzzling her neck with your lips. “Silly man!” she says. She puts up with it for about a minute, however, before she gently pushes your head away. “All right, that’s enough.” She climbs out of bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating,” she says.

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina lets you caress your way slowly down her torso, but as you approach her panties she gently places her hand on yours. “That’s far enough,” she says. “I’d best be off anyway.” She climbs out of bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating,” she says.

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a smile. She puts on some dance music ... and her sexy moves frequently reveal her pink panties, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you sigh happily, and Katrina giggles.

During the next song, to your delight she begins unbuttoning her uniform, teasing you with little flashes of her breasts. Then she takes the uniform off entirely, and dances in just her panties and shoes while you excitedly capture her bouncing breasts on video.

After the fourth song, Katrina puts her uniform back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. “Budge up, then.”

You shift yourself over a bit, and she climbs on to the bed and sits down next to you. Then she pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and with the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch some quality drama.

Her bare thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your hand upon it. Over the next few minutes you casually stroke higher and higher up her leg, until you have almost reached her panties. But then she places her hand gently but firmly on yours. “That’s far enough, you naughty man,” she says.

You chuckle, remove your hand, and turn your attention back to the programme.

After half an hour, with a sigh, Katrina says, “Well, I should go.” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After fifteen minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, so she moves on to the buttons on her uniform. It is not long before all of those are undone, and her uniform is lying on the floor behind her chair. One round later, she loses her shoes as well.

“What now?” she inquires with a smirk.

Staring eagerly at her breasts, you reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose, you have to...

take off your panties too.”

shorten your uniform a bit more.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then,” she says. “I’ll be right back.”

Two minutes later, she returns with the overbed table and the tiddlywinks box. She slides the base of the table under your bed, so that the tabletop is positioned a few inches above your lap. You open up the box and set up the game, with the red pot in the centre.

The two of you start playing, but it is not long before you overshoot the pot with one of your winks. By the end of the game, a few other winks have been lost in the same manner as the first.

Katrina pulls the table away from the bed. “Time to fetch the wandering winks,” she says. She climbs on to the bed, leans over you, then lies down flat, reaching down with one arm to retrieve the winks.

This means of course that her bottom, barely covered by her uniform, is rather temptingly positioned right in front of you. Her weight pressing down on your thighs is a little uncomfortable, but you are not about to object. Smiling, you grasp the hem of her uniform, and pull it up to expose her panty-clad bottom.

Katrina chuckles. “All right, Mr Keating, have a nice look,” she says. As she continues to retrieve winks from the floor, however, you find the sight before you too great a temptation. Grinning, you...

slide your left hand down between her upper thighs.

put your hands on her buttocks, and begin to massage them.

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up to reveal part of her buttocks and panties, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her pink panties are almost entirely exposed. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up to reveal the lower half of her panty-clad buttocks. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “I think not,” she says. “Game over, Mr Keating.”

She puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Sorry Mr Keating,” she says, “but this is as short as I can go. Scotty’s unhappy enough about this length.”

She puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as she feels your hand between her legs. “Mr Keating!” she says, clamping her thighs together. “Be nice!”

You pause, with your fingers resting against the gusset of her panties. She sounds quite anxious, so you withdraw your hand. “Sorry,” you say.

“Thank you,” she says, as she continues to retrieve winks from the floor. When she finally struggles back on to the bed, she smirks at you. “You do take some liberties, Mr Keating!”

You grin. “I do,” you admit.

She chuckles as she dismounts from the bed and tugs her uniform down. “Well I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as you give her bottom a squeeze. “Really, Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You grin as you massage her buttocks. “Just holding you steady,” you explain.

Katrina finishes retrieving the fallen winks, then she struggles back on to the bed. “Naughty man!” she says, as she dismounts from the other side and tugs her uniform down. “Holding me steady indeed!” She chuckles. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina smiles. “I know you do, Mr Keating,” she says. She leans forward, and kisses you on the cheek. “I’d best get going.”

She climbs down from the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina arches her back as you begin sucking on her nipple. After a minute or so, she murmurs, “Well don’t neglect the other one...”

You smile, move your lips over to her right breast, and suck as much of it as possible into your mouth, swirling your tongue around her nipple.

“Mmmm,” says Katrina, stroking the back of your head with her hand. But then she stops, and pats your shoulder. “I should go.” As you lift your head from her breast, she stoops and kisses your cheek.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina chuckles as your fingertips reach the waistband of her panties. “Naughty man,” she says, catching your hand and gently deflecting it. “Nice try though!”

You chuckle, and return your hand to her breast. A few moments later, however, Katrina says, “I’d best be off.” She leans forward and kisses your cheek.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s panties before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “A bit, Mr Keating,” she says. “And I haven’t ruled it out. But I’m not prepared to just yet. I’ll keep thinking about it.”

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink panties. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” Then she grins. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” you say.

She turns around, and lifts up the back of her uniform. Your jaw drops open at the sight of her exposed buttocks, and a narrow strip of pink material nestling between them. “You bought a thong!” you exclaim.

She laughs. “Several actually,” she says. “Well, I needed new undies anyway, so I popped out just now to M&S. I bought six! Do you like it...?”

“I love it!” you say. “May I see the front?”

“Sure,” she says. Pulling her uniform up a little more, she turns around. The front of the thong is lacy.

“Very nice!” you enthuse.

She smiles, and tugs her uniform back down. “Well, I dare say you’ll be seeing plenty more of it later!” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” she chides you, but the temptation to misbehave is too great, and you begin caressing and squeezing her thigh. With each upward stroke, your hand gets closer and closer to Katrina’s panties, until at last she reaches down and pushes your hand away. “Enough!” she says firmly.

You reluctantly lower your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, and climbs on to your bed in just her panties. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her panties.

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, and climbs on to your bed in just her panties. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her panties.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. You sigh happily as you notice she is once again wearing her ultra-short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You reply,

“Very aroused to see you, Katrina.”

“Fine thank you.”

Katrina grins naughtily. With the tip of her tongue between her teeth, she reaches beneath your bedclothes, finds the opening in the front of your pyjama bottoms, and gently pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Hmm,” she says, stroking it to full hardness. “I see what you mean.” Then she withdraws her hand, and gives you a wink.

“Tease!” you accuse her with a little smirk.

She laughs. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the full treatment later,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, pull her uniform open, and...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Glad to hear it!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, pull her uniform open, and...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina gasps as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Naughty man,” she chides you. “Stop that.”

You detach, grinning. “Sorry,” you say insincerely. “Is this really worse than rubbing your poo into your pussy, though?”

Katrina blushes, then chuckles. “No, I don’t suppose it is,” she admits. “Goodness, Mr Keating, you and I have come a long way in a short time, haven’t we?”

“We have,” you agree, and you reattach your lips to her nipple.

She giggles. “Oh all right,” she says. “I suppose I don’t really mind this. Suck away, Mr Keating.”

You do so, eagerly, while fondling her other breast with your right hand. Eventually, though, she pulls away from you and refastens her buttons. “Well I hope you had fun there,” she says. “Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your hands close around Katrina’s ample breasts; they feel soft, warm, and deliciously squeezable. Katrina chuckles. “Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires in amusement, as she continues to fix your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm with an impish grin.

Katrina finally takes a step backward, and refastens her buttons. “Let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Oh, it’s not that bad,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I was just wondering how things are going with Geoff Binnie.”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

Her right thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your left hand upon it as the two of you figure out clues together. When you start stroking upward, however, Katrina chuckles.

“Concentrate on the crossword, Mr Keating,” she admonishes you gently.

Duly chastened, you reluctantly withdraw your hand. With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Two Gentlemen of Verona.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her pink panties are in full view. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smirks. “Well he’s still enjoying my uniform, of course. He likes to make a grab for my bottom every time I pass him in the common room. I usually let him have a little grope. He also likes to massage my boobs through my uniform. And of course I often flash my panties at him.”

“Good for you,” you say with a grin.

She winks at you. “See you later, Mr Keating.” She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and you grab your iPad in preparation for taking photo and video of her dancing.

As the music plays, Katrina dances, and her pink panties inevitably are on frequent display. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are completely uncovered. As you watch and video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you quietly cheer in appreciation, making her giggle.

In the next song, to your delight, she performs a little striptease, kicking off her shoes and then undoing her buttons, one at a time. Then she takes her uniform off entirely, and dances in just her panties while you gleefully record her bouncing breasts on video.

After the fourth song, Katrina puts her uniform back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina grins. “All right,” she says, and you grab your iPad and quickly start the camera app.

She gets up, turns away from you, and pulls up the back of her uniform, fully exposing her pink panties to your delighted eyes. She squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. As you video the event on your iPad, Katrina keeps pushing more and more poo out, until the bulge reaches the size of a large grapefruit.

“Wonderful!” you say happily. Then you add,

“May I touch it?”

“Would you mind posing for a couple more photos?”

“Sure,” says Katrina with a smile. “How do you want me?”

As you direct her through a handful of poses, you bid her unfasten more and more buttons, until her uniform is fully undone. Then you have her take it off, along with her shoes, so that she is wearing only her panties. “Now,” you say, “please could you sit on the chair, facing me, and spread your legs apart?”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina spreads her knees apart, so that her thighs form an angle of about sixty degrees.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you lean back,

lift your feet high up, and hold on to the backs of your thighs with your hands?”

and tuck your right hand inside the front of your panties?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened, and then she loses the uniform entirely, leaving her in just her panties and shoes. One round later, she has lost her shoes as well.

“We still have a little time,” you remark, grinning at her naked breasts. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose, you have to...

kiss me on the lips.”

take off the panties.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her buttocks immediately peep into view, along with a hint of her pink panties, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. You laugh in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem forming a low arch over her panty-clad buttocks. Then she straightens up, and turns around. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was beautiful!” you say happily.

Smiling, Katrina comes over and hands you the book. “Enjoy,” she says.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs halfway up her buttocks, exposing a considerable area of her panties. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina chuckles. “I don’t think so, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “That’s a little too naughty a pose.”

“Fair enough,” you say, slightly disappointed.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina smirks. “No, that’s a little too sexual, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “Nice try, but let’s keep it clean.”

“Right,” you say, nodding. “Absolutely.”

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Naughty, but what the heck,” she says. “I’m feeling lucky!”

You deal hurriedly, hoping for good cards. Unfortunately, Katrina wins the hand. “Better luck next time, Mr Keating,” she says, noting your disappointed expression. She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry Mr Keating, but the panties stay on,” she says. “I think we should stop there.” She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Not right now, Mr Keating,” she says, picking up her uniform. “It’s been a long day and I’d like to get home.” She puts on her uniform and buttons it up. “Have a good night!”

“You too,” you reply.

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. Her breasts are just inches from your face, and you quickly take them both in your hands. Katrina chuckles. “Go on then, Mr Keating,” she says in amusement. “Have a play.”

As she continues to adjust your pillows, you...

slide your right hand down her belly towards her panties.

lean over a little, and fasten your lips around her left nipple.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

She puts her uniform back on, then leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

While continuing to massage Katrina’s right breast with your left hand, you run your right hand down her belly and abdomen, until it reaches the waistband of her panties.

“Oh no you don’t,” says Katrina, catching your hand and taking a step backward. “Crumbs, you always have to try for more, don’t you?”

“I do,” you confess.

She laughs. “Sleep well, Mr Keating,” she says. Then she puts her uniform back on and leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

As you suck her nipple into your mouth, Katrina gasps, then takes a step backward. She giggles in embarrassment as she wipes your saliva off her nipple. “You’re very naughty, Mr Keating,” she says.

“Sorry,” you say with a grin. “Not quite as naughty as running poo into your pussy though, I’d say.”

Katrina blushes. “Well, that’s true,” she admits. “And I did let you do that, didn’t I...?”

“You did,” you confirm.

She sighs. “Well, I suppose if you really want to suck on my boobs, I don’t really mind,” she says. She steps forward again. “Go on then – it’s okay.”

“Wonderful!” you exclaim, and you eagerly suck her left nipple back into your mouth.

Katrina lets you nibble on it for a few moments, then she pulls away again. “All right, that’s enough,” she says. “You can suck on them some more tomorrow, if you like. But for now I’d best be off. Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina soon realises what you are doing, but she merely chuckles and continues with her task as you take photo after photo. Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, enabling you to take an even better photo of her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina giggles, then says, “All right – here goes.” She squats a little, and strains ... and as you stare up at her panties in mounting excitement, a small lump appears. It grows larger and larger, filling out the pink material, until it has become a grapefruit-sized bulge that hangs down well below Katrina’s hem.

“Wonderful!” you whisper.

Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says, a little breathlessly.

“Thank you!” you reply. “May I take a closer look...?”

She chuckles. “If you’re going to play with it, we should lay down a towel,” she says.

“Yes,” you agree.

She climbs down from the bed, fetches a towel, and spreads it out over your legs and torso. Then she unbuttons and removes her uniform, and kicks off her shoes. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she mutters, as she climbs back on to the bed in just her poo-filled panties. She gets on all fours, facing the foot of the bed and straddling your legs with her hands and knees. Her bulging panties are well within reach of your hands.

You stare in fascination at the stretched material, sagging under the weight of the faintly visible mass of poo within. Reaching out, you spread out your fingers beneath her panties, and then raise your palm, cupping the bulge and gently pressing it upwards.

Katrina gasps, but says nothing as you slowly ease the bulge back and forth, oscillating it between her buttocks while maintaining a slight pressure. Then you push it a little further forward, between her thighs, squishing it up against her pussy.

“Ohhhh...” Katrina gasps, as you begin gently rocking the bulge back and forth. “That does feel nice...”

You continue rubbing the bulge against her pussy, squishing her poo more and more, until chunks of it start falling out on to the towel. Katrina utters little moans of pleasure, and starts undulating her hips as you keep on rubbing her pussy through her panties and poo. Your hand is getting filthy, but you do not mind.

Suddenly Katrina shudders; collapsing on to her elbows, she buries her face into the bedspread and utters a long, muffled groan of ecstasy. You continue rubbing her pussy, though more slowly – by now the poo has been squished so thin that you can feel the contours of her labia through the damp brown material.

“Oh God,” Katrina groans, lifting her head off the bed. “Thank you Mr Keating – that was lovely.” She carefully climbs off, and then turns and regards the towel. “I’ll just get this cleaned up – and your hand.”

She cleans your hand with tissues and wet wipes, then she puts her uniform and shoes back on, gathers up the corners of the towel, and takes it out of the room.

When she returns, ten minutes later, she grins at you. “Well that was fun,” she says. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Oh yes!” you say fervently.

She laughs. “Good. Anyway I’d better go. See you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. She chuckles. “Behave yourself there, Mr Keating!” she says.

You gently stroke her inner thigh, slowly working your hand higher and higher. Reaching her panties, you start to brush the backs of your fingers against the warm, slightly damp material between her legs, but at this point she reaches down and deflects your hand. “That’s far enough, you naughty man!”

You reluctantly withdraw your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her panties and naked breasts. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her panties and naked breasts. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina chuckles. “This is likely to get messy,” she says. “I’d better put a towel down.” She fetches a towel, spreads it out on the floor by your bed, and stands on it with her feet apart, facing away from you. “All right, do your worst,” she says.

You reach out and cup the bulge in her panties with your hand. Katrina gasps as you press it up slightly, squishing her poo against and between her buttocks. “How does that feel?” you inquire. “Nice?”

“Yes,” she admits.

You ease the bulge forwards between her legs, then squish it upwards, against her pussy. Then you begin gently sliding it back and forth. “Oh gosh!” gasps Katrina.

But at this point your age betrays you. Your frail arm is tiring; your outstretched hand cannot maintain the upward pressure you have been exerting. Your arm falls. “Would you mind turning around?” you ask hopefully. “It’ll be easier for me to do it from the front.”

Katrina hesitates, then shakes her head. “I should really clean up,” she says.

“Oh ... okay,” you say, disappointed.

Katrina cleans your hand, which is a little messy, then she tugs her uniform down, grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl.”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties up between her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

Katrina looks back at you with one eyebrow raised. “What do you have in mind?” she asks.

You think for a moment, then say, “Perhaps you could...

take your uniform off?”

lie down on the floor, on your side?”

Katrina squeals as you give her a little wedgie. You have barely a second to grin at her bared buttocks before she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, pulling her panties back into position, and pouts at you as she tugs her uniform down. “Naughty man!” she admonishes you. “Anyway I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina squeals as she feels your hand slip inside her panties to grasp her buttock. You have barely a second to enjoy squeezing her soft flesh before she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, tugging her uniform down, and pouts at you. “Naughty man!” she admonishes you. “Anyway I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. She takes it off, and you talk her through a few poses.

“And now without the shoes?” you suggest.

Katrina kicks off her shoes, and poses for a few more photos in just her bulging panties. In the final shot, she is bending over to touch her toes, just next to your bed as you take a photo from almost directly above her.

Putting the iPad down, you take hold of the bulge in Katrina’s panties, and gently squish it against her. She gasps, but does not move, and you start sliding the mass of poo up and down the cleft between her buttocks, and a little farther forward, so that it rubs against her pussy. Katrina begins to breathe harder and faster, and you intensify the rubbing.

“Oh ... God...” she gasps. “That does feel good...”

You press harder, squishing the poo more, and chunks of it begin to fall out of Katrina’s panties. She does not seem to mind, though; in fact she starts moaning in pleasure, and grinding her pussy back against your hand.

Then, suddenly, she shudders in orgasm, burying her mouth in the crook of her elbow to muffle her ecstatic moans. As you slow the pace of your rubbing, you squish some more poo out of her panties, leaving just a thin smear between the filthy material and her pussy. You can feel the contours of her labia with your fingers, and you eagerly press one finger between them, gently rubbing her clitoris through the poo-soaked fabric.

With an apparent effort, Katrina straightens up and turns around. Her face is very flushed. “Thank you, Mr Keating, that was lovely!” she says, and she giggles in embarrassment. “Let me clean your hand.”

Your hand is covered with poo. Katrina cleans it with tissues and wet wipes, then she uses more tissues to gather up the fallen poo and clean the vinyl floor. Then she dons her clothing and buttons up her uniform. “I’d better get to the loo,” she says. “Wish me luck!” She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Ten minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it, again!” she says, her eyes shining. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her bottom, clad in clean panties. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties up between her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

Katrina purses her lips. “All right,” she says. She carefully lies down on her side, with her legs bent, and her bottom pointing towards you.

You grin at her bulging panties. “Excellent,” you say, taking a photo. “Now can you raise your left leg up...?”

Katrina chuckles. “No, I think that’s enough photos. I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She gets up, grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties up between her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her ultra-short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You grin at her thighs, and reply,

“Getting rather excited, actually.”

“Much better now you’re here.”

Katrina grins. “Oh yes?” she says. She reaches beneath your top sheet, finds the opening at the front of your pyjama bottoms, and pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Hmm, so I see!” she says. She gently strokes it until it is fully erect, then she lets go and withdraws her hand.

“Oh you tease!” you gasp.

Katrina laughs. “Don’t worry, Mr Keating, you’ll still get your blowjob later,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Katrina smiles. “That’s nice to hear!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers begin massaging Katrina’s breasts, and she chuckles.

“Having fun, Mr Keating?” she inquires, amused, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm, as you gently tweak her nipples between your fingers and thumbs.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina giggles as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Silly man,” she says, continuing to work on your pillows.

You happily swirl your tongue around her nipple, gently sucking on it, sometimes opening your mouth a little wider to take in more of her breast flesh. Meanwhile, your right hand is squeezing and caressing her left breast.

You are a little surprised by how long Katrina allows this to continue, but eventually she says, “All right, that’s enough.” She takes a step back, and refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

Her right thigh is temptingly close, and you casually rest your left hand upon it as the two of you figure out clues together. When you start stroking upward, however, Katrina chuckles.

“Concentrate on the crossword, Mr Keating,” she admonishes you gently.

Duly chastened, you reluctantly withdraw your hand. With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Two Gentlemen of Verona.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her skimpy pink thong is on full display. As you grin at it, you...

grab your iPad, and start taking photos.

say, “How are things going with Geoff Binnie?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smiles warmly at you. “Yes, Mr Keating, I can do that,” she says. She unbuttons her uniform, pulls it off her shoulders, and drops it on the floor behind her. As you stare hungrily at her bare breasts, she says, “Are you going to behave yourself?”

“Probably not,” you admit.

She chuckles. “Didn’t think so. Move over, then.”

You eagerly, though a little laboriously, shift your body over to make room for Katrina. Having slipped off her shoes, she lifts up the top sheet and bedspread, and climbs into bed next to you. Lying down, she says, “All right, Mr Keating, you can have your little play.”

You do not need to be invited twice. Snuggling up against her warm body, you sigh happily as you rest your head against her shoulder, and begin caressing her left breast. After a few moments of this, you...

bend your head down, and start kissing her neck.

slide your hand down her belly.

Katrina giggles as you begin nuzzling her neck with your lips. “Silly man!” she says. She puts up with it for about a minute, however, before she gently pushes your head away. “All right, that’s enough.” She climbs out of bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating,” she says.

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina lets you caress your way slowly down her torso, but as you approach her panties she gently places her hand on yours. “That’s far enough,” she says. “I’d best be off anyway.” She climbs out of bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating,” she says.

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a smile. She puts on some dance music ... and her sexy moves frequently reveal her pink thong, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are partially uncovered. As you video her thong-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you sigh happily, and Katrina giggles.

During the next song, to your delight she begins unbuttoning her uniform, teasing you with little flashes of her breasts. Then she takes the uniform off entirely, kicks off her shoes, and dances in just her thong while you excitedly capture her bouncing breasts on video.

After the fourth song, Katrina puts her uniform and shoes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her thong remains in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Sure!” says Katrina. “Budge up, then.”

You shift yourself over a bit, and she climbs on to the bed and sits down next to you. Then she pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and with the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch some quality drama.

Her bare thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your hand upon it. Over the next few minutes you casually stroke higher and higher up her leg, until you have almost reached her thong. But then she places her hand gently but firmly on yours. “That’s far enough, you naughty man,” she says.

You chuckle, remove your hand, and turn your attention back to the programme.

After half an hour, with a sigh, Katrina says, “Well, I should go.” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After fifteen minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, so she moves on to the buttons on her uniform. It is not long before all of those are undone, and her uniform is lying on the floor behind her chair. One round later, she loses her shoes as well.

“What now?” she inquires with a smirk.

Staring eagerly at her breasts, you reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose, you have to...

take off your thong too.”

shorten your uniform a bit more.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then,” she says. “I’ll be right back.”

Two minutes later, she returns with the overbed table and the tiddlywinks box. She slides the base of the table under your bed, so that the tabletop is positioned a few inches above your lap. You open up the box and set up the game, with the red pot in the centre.

The two of you start playing, but it is not long before you overshoot the pot with one of your winks. By the end of the game, a few other winks have been lost in the same manner as the first.

Katrina pulls the table away from the bed. “Time to fetch the wandering winks,” she says. She climbs on to the bed, leans over you, then lies down flat, reaching down with one arm to retrieve the winks.

This means of course that her bottom, barely covered by her uniform, is rather temptingly positioned right in front of you. Her weight pressing down on your thighs is a little uncomfortable, but you are not about to object. Smiling, you grasp the hem of her uniform, and pull it up to expose her buttocks and thong.

Katrina chuckles. “All right, Mr Keating, have a nice look,” she says. As she continues to retrieve winks from the floor, however, you find the sight before you too great a temptation. Grinning, you...

slide your left hand down between her upper thighs.

put your hands on her buttocks, and begin to massage them.

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up to reveal part of her buttocks and thong, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her buttocks are almost entirely exposed, with the narrow strip of her pink thong buried deep between them. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up to reveal the lower half of her buttocks, and the narrow strip of pink material buried between them. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “I think not,” she says. “Game over, Mr Keating.”

She puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Sorry Mr Keating,” she says, “but this is as short as I can go. Scotty’s unhappy enough about this length.”

She puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as she feels your hand between her legs. “Really, Mr Keating!” she says. “Behave yourself.”

You pause, with your fingers resting against the gusset of her thong. “You know I’m not very good at that,” you remark with a smirk, as you slide your fingers downward, pressing them gently against her pussy. “Besides, is this any worse than you sucking my willy?”

“That’s different!” she says. “I give you blowjobs because they make you happy, and I like to make you happy.”

“But I want to make you happy, too,” you reply, now slowly rubbing her labia through her thong. “I’m sure I could, you know.”

Katrina sighs. Having picked up all of the fallen winks, she pulls herself back up on to the bed. Then, looking thoughtful, she sits astride your lap, facing you. “I let you take a lot of liberties with me, Mr Keating – you realise that, don’t you?”

“Of course!” you say. “I’m eternally grateful for everything you do for me, and everything you let me do to you. You’re a saint – honestly I don’t know why you put up with me.”

She smirks. “And yet you still push for more?”

“Of course,” you reply apologetically. “I love you, Katrina. I want it all.”

She shakes her head in bemusement. “I’d have thought you were too old for this sort of thing,” she says.

“I am old,” you agree. “And I completely understand if the thought of my old hands touching your pussy repulsed you...”

“No!” says Katrina vehemently. “No, that isn’t the case at all. I just ... well, it’s just a step further than we’ve gone before, isn’t it?”

“Not as extreme as a blowjob, surely?” you inquire.

Katrina sighs. “I know, but ... the blowjobs are for you, you know? I wouldn’t give them if I didn’t know you wanted them.”

You nod, disappointment creeping in as her implication becomes clear. “I understand,” you say. “You don’t want me touching you because for you this is just a one-way relationship. You giving, me taking. I suppose ... I suppose I’ve been hoping you would let me give you some pleasure in return, at some point. Perhaps I’m not capable of doing so – I don’t know. But I was hoping I could try...”

She leans forward, and hugs you. “Oh Mr Keating,” she says with a sigh. “I can see how much this means to you. I really doubt you’ll be able to get me off, you know ... but I suppose I can let you have a little rub. Go on – just stay outside my thong, all right?”

Overjoyed, you nod. “Certainly,” you say.

She takes your right hand, and guides it, palm up, down between her legs. She presses it against the front of her thong, and you curl your fingers slightly, cupping her pussy through the lacy material.

“Ohhh,” you murmur, as you subtly flex and bend your fingers, feeling the contours of her labia. “This ... this is a dream come true...”

Katrina chuckles, and lets go of your hand. “Have fun, Mr Keating,” she says. “And I’ll try to enjoy it too.”

You begin rubbing her pussy, working one finger between her labia, pressing her thong against her clitoris. It has been a great many years since you have done this sort of thing, but it is not the sort of thing you easily forget.

“Gently, gently,” says Katrina, and you ease up the pressure. After a couple more minutes, however, she stops you. Your fingers are damp, and her cheeks are quite pink. “Well, that wasn’t entirely unpleasant,” she concedes.

“So ... maybe we can do it again sometime?” you inquire hopefully.

She smiles. “Sure,” she says. “We’ll just add it to our list of naughty activities that my boss must never find out about!”

“Indeed,” you agree with a chuckle.

Katrina dismounts from the bed and tugs her uniform down. “Well I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as you give her bottom a squeeze. “Really, Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You grin as you massage her buttocks. “Just holding you steady,” you explain.

Katrina finishes retrieving the fallen winks, then she struggles back on to the bed. “Naughty man!” she says, as she dismounts from the other side and tugs her uniform down. “Holding me steady indeed!” She chuckles. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina smiles. “I know you do, Mr Keating,” she says. She leans forward, and kisses you on the cheek. “I’d best get going.”

She climbs down from the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina arches her back as you begin sucking on her nipple. After a minute or so, she murmurs, “Well don’t neglect the other one...”

You smile, move your lips over to her right breast, and suck as much of it as possible into your mouth, swirling your tongue around her nipple.

“Mmmm,” says Katrina, stroking the back of your head with her hand. But then she stops, and pats your shoulder. “I should go.” As you lift your head from her breast, she stoops and kisses your cheek.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina chuckles as your fingertips reach the waistband of her thong. “Naughty man,” she says, catching your hand and gently deflecting it. “Nice try though!”

You chuckle, and return your hand to her breast. A few moments later, however, Katrina says, “I’d best be off.” She leans forward and kisses your cheek.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s thong and buttocks before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink thong. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “He keeps trying to push further and further,” she says. “Much like you do! But he hasn’t got as far as you. He likes to feel my boobs through my uniform – and I must admit I let him – but I stop him whenever he tries to undo my buttons. He’s also grabbed my bottom a few times. And I often bend over for him – he loves my new thongs, of course.”

“Very good!” you say, grinning.

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink thong. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. “Behave yourself, Mr Keating,” she chides you, but the temptation to misbehave is too great, and you begin caressing and squeezing her thigh. With each upward stroke, your hand gets closer and closer to Katrina’s thong, until you are brushing against it with the backs of your fingers. But at this point she reaches down and pushes your hand away. “Enough!” she says firmly.

You reluctantly lower your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s thong and buttocks. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink thong. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, and climbs on to your bed in just her thong. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her thong.

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, and climbs on to your bed in just her thong. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her thong.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. You sigh happily as you notice she is once again wearing her ultra-short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You reply,

“Very aroused to see you, Katrina.”

“Fine thank you.”

Katrina grins naughtily. With the tip of her tongue between her teeth, she reaches beneath your bedclothes, finds the opening in the front of your pyjama bottoms, and gently pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Hmm,” she says, stroking it to full hardness. “I see what you mean.” Then she withdraws her hand, and gives you a wink.

“Tease!” you accuse her with a little smirk.

She laughs. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the full treatment later,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, pull her uniform open, and...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Glad to hear it!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, pull her uniform open, and...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina giggles as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Naughty man,” she says affectionately, as she continues to work on your pillows.

You lovingly caress her nipple with your tongue, sucking on her right breast while fondling her left with your right hand. Katrina is done with your pillows now, but she patiently lets you play with her breasts for a minute or so. Eventually, though, she pulls away and refastens her buttons. “Did you have fun there?” she inquires with a smile.

“Very much so!” you reply happily.

“Good,” she says, looking rather amused. “Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your hands close around Katrina’s ample breasts; they feel soft, warm, and deliciously squeezable. Katrina chuckles. “Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires in amusement, as she continues to fix your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm with an impish grin.

Katrina finally takes a step backward, and refastens her buttons. “Let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Oh, it’s not that bad,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I was just wondering how things are going with Geoff Binnie.”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

Her right thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your left hand upon it as the two of you figure out clues together. When you start stroking upward, however, Katrina chuckles.

“Concentrate on the crossword, Mr Keating,” she admonishes you gently.

Duly chastened, you reluctantly withdraw your hand. With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Two Gentlemen of Verona.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her pink panties are in full view. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smirks. “Well he’s still enjoying my uniform, of course. He likes to make a grab for my bottom every time I pass him in the common room. I usually let him have a little grope. He also likes to massage my boobs through my uniform. And of course I often flash my panties at him.”

“Good for you,” you say with a grin.

She winks at you. “See you later, Mr Keating.” She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and you grab your iPad in preparation for taking photo and video of her dancing.

As the music plays, Katrina dances, and her pink panties inevitably are on frequent display. Then, while she is twerking, she hikes up her dress so that her buttocks are completely uncovered. As you watch and video her panty-clad bottom gyrating just a couple of feet from you, you quietly cheer in appreciation, making her giggle.

In the next song, to your delight, she performs a little striptease, kicking off her shoes and then undoing her buttons, one at a time. Then she takes her uniform off entirely, and dances in just her panties while you gleefully record her bouncing breasts on video.

After the fourth song, Katrina puts her uniform back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina grins. “All right,” she says, and you grab your iPad and quickly start the camera app.

She gets up, turns away from you, and pulls up the back of her uniform, fully exposing her pink panties to your delighted eyes. She squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. As you video the event on your iPad, Katrina keeps pushing more and more poo out, until the bulge reaches the size of a large grapefruit.

“Wonderful!” you say happily. Then you add,

“May I touch it?”

“Would you mind posing for a couple more photos?”

“Sure,” says Katrina with a smile. “How do you want me?”

As you direct her through a handful of poses, you bid her unfasten more and more buttons, until her uniform is fully undone. Then you have her take it off, along with her shoes, so that she is wearing only her panties. “Now,” you say, “please could you sit on the chair, facing me, and spread your legs apart?”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina spreads her knees apart, so that her thighs form an angle of about sixty degrees.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you lean back,

lift your feet high up, and hold on to the backs of your thighs with your hands?”

and tuck your right hand inside the front of your panties?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened, and then she loses the uniform entirely, leaving her in just her panties and shoes. One round later, she has lost her shoes as well.

“We still have a little time,” you remark, grinning at her naked breasts. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose, you have to...

kiss me on the lips.”

take off the panties.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her buttocks immediately peep into view, along with a hint of her pink panties, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. You laugh in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem forming a low arch over her panty-clad buttocks. Then she straightens up, and turns around. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was beautiful!” you say happily.

Smiling, Katrina comes over and hands you the book. “Enjoy,” she says.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs halfway up her buttocks, exposing a considerable area of her panties. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina chuckles. “I don’t think so, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “That’s a little too naughty a pose.”

“Fair enough,” you say, slightly disappointed.

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina smirks. “No, that’s a little too sexual, Mr Keating,” she says, closing her legs. “Nice try, but let’s keep it clean.”

“Right,” you say, nodding. “Absolutely.”

You continue to take photos of Katrina for a few more minutes, until she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Naughty, but what the heck,” she says. “I’m feeling lucky!”

You deal hurriedly, hoping for good cards. Unfortunately, Katrina wins the hand. “Better luck next time, Mr Keating,” she says, noting your disappointed expression. She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry Mr Keating, but the panties stay on,” she says. “I think we should stop there.” She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Not right now, Mr Keating,” she says, picking up her uniform. “It’s been a long day and I’d like to get home.” She puts on her uniform and buttons it up. “Have a good night!”

“You too,” you reply.

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She comes over to your bed, and leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows. Her breasts are just inches from your face, and you quickly take them both in your hands. Katrina chuckles. “Go on then, Mr Keating,” she says in amusement. “Have a play.”

As she continues to adjust your pillows, you...

slide your right hand down her belly towards her panties.

lean over a little, and fasten your lips around her left nipple.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She comes over to your bed, bends down, and kisses your cheek. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

She puts her uniform back on, then leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

While continuing to massage Katrina’s right breast with your left hand, you run your right hand down her belly and abdomen, until it reaches the waistband of her panties.

“Oh no you don’t,” says Katrina, catching your hand and taking a step backward. “Crumbs, you always have to try for more, don’t you?”

“I do,” you confess.

She laughs. “Sleep well, Mr Keating,” she says. Then she puts her uniform back on and leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

As you suck her nipple into your mouth, Katrina giggles. “Naughty man,” she says in amusement, but she holds her position, letting you suck and nibble on her breast while she finishes straightening your pillows.

Then she says playfully, “Well don’t ignore the other one, Mr Keating!”

Grinning, you open your mouth as she guides her right breast towards it, and you suck on that nipple for half a minute or so.

Finally Katrina pulls away. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina soon realises what you are doing, but she merely chuckles and continues with her task as you take photo after photo. Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, enabling you to take an even better photo of her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina giggles, then says, “All right – here goes.” She squats a little, and strains ... and as you stare up at her panties in mounting excitement, a small lump appears. It grows larger and larger, filling out the pink material, until it has become a grapefruit-sized bulge that hangs down well below Katrina’s hem.

“Wonderful!” you whisper.

Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says, a little breathlessly.

“Thank you!” you reply. “May I take a closer look...?”

She chuckles. “If you’re going to play with it, we should lay down a towel,” she says.

“Yes,” you agree.

She climbs down from the bed, fetches a towel, and spreads it out over your legs and torso. Then she unbuttons and removes her uniform, and kicks off her shoes. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she mutters, as she climbs back on to the bed in just her poo-filled panties. She gets on all fours, facing the foot of the bed and straddling your legs with her hands and knees. Her bulging panties are well within reach of your hands.

You stare in fascination at the stretched material, sagging under the weight of the faintly visible mass of poo within. Reaching out, you spread out your fingers beneath her panties, and then raise your palm, cupping the bulge and gently pressing it upwards.

Katrina gasps, but says nothing as you slowly ease the bulge back and forth, oscillating it between her buttocks while maintaining a slight pressure. Then you push it a little further forward, between her thighs, squishing it up against her pussy.

“Ohhhh...” Katrina gasps, as you begin gently rocking the bulge back and forth. “That does feel nice...”

You continue rubbing the bulge against her pussy, squishing her poo more and more, until chunks of it start falling out on to the towel. Katrina utters little moans of pleasure, and starts undulating her hips as you keep on rubbing her pussy through her panties and poo. Your hand is getting filthy, but you do not mind.

Suddenly Katrina shudders; collapsing on to her elbows, she buries her face into the bedspread and utters a long, muffled groan of ecstasy. You continue rubbing her pussy, though more slowly – by now the poo has been squished so thin that you can feel the contours of her labia through the damp brown material.

“Oh God,” Katrina groans, lifting her head off the bed. “Thank you Mr Keating – that was lovely.” She carefully climbs off, and then turns and regards the towel. “I’ll just get this cleaned up – and your hand.”

She cleans your hand with tissues and wet wipes, then she puts her uniform and shoes back on, gathers up the corners of the towel, and takes it out of the room.

When she returns, ten minutes later, she grins at you. “Well that was fun,” she says. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Oh yes!” you say fervently.

She laughs. “Good. Anyway I’d better go. See you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. She chuckles. “Behave yourself there, Mr Keating!” she says.

You gently stroke her inner thigh, slowly working your hand higher and higher. Reaching her panties, you start to brush the backs of your fingers against the warm, slightly damp material between her legs, but at this point she reaches down and deflects your hand. “That’s far enough, you naughty man!”

You reluctantly withdraw your hand, and content yourself with just staring at Katrina’s panties. Finally the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her panties and naked breasts. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina pops her head back in. “I’m off home,” she says. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her. “Any chance of you taking off your uniform again?”

She chuckles, and starts undoing buttons. “It’s hard to resist such a request from someone who thinks I’m a work of art,” she says. She shrugs out of her uniform, and drops it on the floor.

“Beautiful!” you sigh, staring happily at her panties and naked breasts. Then you add,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina chuckles. “This is likely to get messy,” she says. “I’d better put a towel down.” She fetches a towel, spreads it out on the floor by your bed, and stands on it with her feet apart, facing away from you. “All right, do your worst,” she says.

You reach out and cup the bulge in her panties with your hand. Katrina gasps as you press it up slightly, squishing her poo against and between her buttocks. “How does that feel?” you inquire. “Nice?”

“Yes,” she admits.

You ease the bulge forwards between her legs, then squish it upwards, against her pussy. Then you begin gently sliding it back and forth. “Oh gosh!” gasps Katrina.

But at this point your age betrays you. Your frail arm is tiring; your outstretched hand cannot maintain the upward pressure you have been exerting. Your arm falls. “Would you mind turning around?” you ask hopefully. “It’ll be easier for me to do it from the front.”

Katrina hesitates, then nods. “I’ll get on the bed,” she says. She stoops to pick up the towel, then she lays it across your lap and torso. She unbuttons her uniform and takes it off, then she kicks off her shoes, and climbs up on to the bed. Throwing one knee over you, she straddles your abdomen, her messy panties sagging low over your pelvic region.

You stare happily at her breasts. “Well this is an unexpected bonus!” you remark.

She grins at you. “I’m horny, Mr Keating,” she says. “Are you going to help me out here, or what?”

Your heart pounding, you reach between Katrina’s legs and take hold of the bulge in her panties. Pulling it toward you, you press it up against her pussy, and resume rubbing it back and forth. Katrina smiles, and her eyes become a little unfocused. As you continue rubbing, her cheeks start turning more pink, and she parts her lips as her breathing quickens.

You squish the poo more firmly against her, sinking your fingers into the fabric of her panties, rapidly stroking her pussy with her own poo. It is hard work, but your efforts are clearly paying off; Katrina has closed her eyes, and she is uttering soft moans of pleasure. She grasps your shoulders with her hands, and leans forward until her forehead is resting against yours.

As her moans increase in volume, you speed up the pace of your rubbing. More and more poo falls out of Katrina’s panties, and the poo between your fingers and her pussy wears thinner and thinner. Soon you can feel her clitoris through the dirty material, and you rub it as hard as you can.

Katrina’s body suddenly spasms; she shudders and moans loudly, then buries her face in your shoulder to muffle the sound. You continue rubbing while she shudders in orgasmic bliss, then you stop and scoop up a large handful of the fallen poo. Pulling out the front of her panties with one finger of your left hand, you plunge your right hand inside her panties, uncurl your fingers, and squish the poo against her. Then you resume rubbing gently, your fingers pressing through the poo to find her clitoris.

“Ohhh...” moans Katrina, panting heavily. “You naughty, naughty man...”

You slowly caress her clitoris with your middle finger. “I think you like that I’m naughty,” you reply.

“I do,” Katrina confesses. “Coming in here is always an adventure, innit?” She is making no attempt to stop you from doing what you are doing.

“Well I wouldn’t want your life to get dull, now would I?” you say, smiling.

“Not much chance of that!” chuckles Katrina. She straightens up, and looks at you with bright, shining eyes. “I want to give you a present,” she says.

“Another one?” you inquire in surprise. “You’ve been so incredibly generous already!”

“I know,” she says with a grin. “But after that wonderful orgasm, I just think you deserve a little something extra.” Leaning forward, she plants her lips on yours, and holds them there for a long, lingering kiss.

“Wow!” you exclaim, when she finally pulls away. “Thank you!”

“Now I’d better get us both cleaned up,” she says, gently tugging your hand out of her panties.

Having climbed carefully off the bed, she begins by cleaning your hand with tissues and wet wipes. Then she puts her uniform back on, and pulls it down so that it mostly covers her messy panties. Gathering up the corners of the towel, she folds it into a tidy parcel, then she leaves the room.

Ten minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl. I think I deserve another spanking.” She climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

Katrina looks back at you with one eyebrow raised. “What do you have in mind?” she asks.

You think for a moment, then say, “Perhaps you could...

take your uniform off?”

lie down on the floor, on your side?”

Katrina squeals as you give her a little wedgie. You have barely a second to grin at her bared buttocks before she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, pulling her panties back into position, and pouts at you as she tugs her uniform down. “Naughty man!” she admonishes you. “Anyway I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina squeals as she feels your hand slip inside her panties to grasp her buttock. You have barely a second to enjoy squeezing her soft flesh before she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, tugging her uniform down, and pouts at you. “Naughty man!” she admonishes you. “Anyway I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. She takes it off, and you talk her through a few poses.

“And now without the shoes?” you suggest.

Katrina kicks off her shoes, and poses for a few more photos in just her bulging panties. In the final shot, she is bending over to touch her toes, just next to your bed as you take a photo from almost directly above her.

Putting the iPad down, you take hold of the bulge in Katrina’s panties, and gently squish it against her. She gasps, but does not move, and you start sliding the mass of poo up and down the cleft between her buttocks, and a little farther forward, so that it rubs against her pussy. Katrina begins to breathe harder and faster, and you intensify the rubbing.

“Oh ... God...” she gasps. “That does feel good...”

You press harder, squishing the poo more, and chunks of it begin to fall out of Katrina’s panties. She does not seem to mind, though; in fact she starts moaning in pleasure, and grinding her pussy back against your hand.

Then, suddenly, she shudders in orgasm, burying her mouth in the crook of her elbow to muffle her ecstatic moans. As you slow the pace of your rubbing, you squish some more poo out of her panties, leaving just a thin smear between the filthy material and her pussy. You can feel the contours of her labia with your fingers, and you eagerly press one finger between them, gently rubbing her clitoris through the poo-soaked fabric.

With an apparent effort, Katrina straightens up and turns around. Her face is very flushed. “Thank you, Mr Keating, that was lovely!” she says, and she giggles in embarrassment. “Let me clean your hand.”

Your hand is covered with poo. Katrina cleans it with tissues and wet wipes, then she uses more tissues to gather up the fallen poo and clean the vinyl floor. Then she dons her clothing and buttons up her uniform. “I’d better get to the loo,” she says. “Wish me luck!” She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Ten minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it, again!” she says, her eyes shining. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her bottom, clad in clean panties. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties up between her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

Katrina purses her lips. “All right,” she says. She carefully lies down on her side, with her legs bent, and her bottom pointing towards you.

You grin at her bulging panties. “Excellent,” you say, taking a photo. “Now can you raise your left leg up...?”

Katrina chuckles. “No, I think that’s enough photos. I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She gets up, grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties up between her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her ultra-short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You grin at her thighs, and reply,

“Getting rather excited, actually.”

“Much better now you’re here.”

Katrina grins. “Oh yes?” she says. She reaches beneath your top sheet, finds the opening at the front of your pyjama bottoms, and pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Hmm, so I see!” she says. She gently strokes it until it is fully erect, then she lets go and withdraws her hand.

“Oh you tease!” you gasp.

Katrina laughs. “Don’t worry, Mr Keating, you’ll still get your blowjob later,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Katrina smiles. “That’s nice to hear!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers begin massaging Katrina’s breasts, and she chuckles.

“Having fun, Mr Keating?” she inquires, amused, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm, as you gently tweak her nipples between your fingers and thumbs.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina giggles as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Silly man,” she says, continuing to work on your pillows.

You happily swirl your tongue around her nipple, gently sucking on it, sometimes opening your mouth a little wider to take in more of her breast flesh. Meanwhile, your right hand is squeezing and caressing her left breast.

You are a little surprised by how long Katrina allows this to continue, but eventually she says, “All right, that’s enough.” She takes a step back, and refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

Her right thigh is temptingly close, and you casually rest your left hand upon it as the two of you figure out clues together. You start stroking upward, toward her thong, and she does not object, so you continue up her thigh until your fingers reach the warm softness of her thong-clad pussy. At this point, Katrina chuckles.

“Concentrate on the crossword, Mr Keating,” she admonishes you gently.

Duly chastened, you reluctantly withdraw your hand. With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Two Gentlemen of Verona.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her skimpy pink thong is on full display. As you grin at it, you...

grab your iPad, and start taking photos.

say, “How are things going with Geoff Binnie?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smiles warmly at you. “Yes, Mr Keating, I can do that,” she says. She unbuttons her uniform, pulls it off her shoulders, and drops it on the floor behind her. As you stare hungrily at her bare breasts, she says, “Are you going to behave yourself?”

“No,” you reply.

She chuckles. “Good. Budge up then.”

You eagerly, though a little laboriously, shift your body over to make room for Katrina. Having slipped off her shoes, she lifts up the top sheet and bedspread, and climbs into bed next to you. Lying down, she says, “All right, Mr Keating, have fun.”

You do not need to be invited twice. Snuggling up against her warm body, you sigh happily as you rest your head against her shoulder, and begin caressing her left breast. After a few moments of this, you slide your hand off her breast, and start caressing your way down her belly.

Katrina chuckles, and she makes no attempt to stop you, even when you reach her thong. You run your hand over the lacy material, and curl your fingers down between her thighs, cupping her pussy and gently pressing your middle finger into the groove between her labia.

“Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

You gently stroke her pussy, back and forth, rubbing her thong against her clitoris. “Oh yes,” you reply. “How about you?”

Katrina smiles, and closes her eyes. Her breathing is beginning to quicken, which you take to be a good sign, so you...

bend your head down, and start sucking on her right nipple.

draw your hand back, then slip it into the front of her thong.

Katrina moans softly as you fasten your lips around her nipple, and begin to suck on it. “Silly man,” she murmurs. She parts her thighs a little, and arches her back, undulating her pelvis as you continue to stroke her.

But after a couple of minutes, she gently pushes your hand away from her thong. “All right, that’s enough,” she gasps. “Don’t want to get too carried away!” She climbs out of bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina gasps, and makes a grab for your hand, catching it before your second knuckles have disappeared beneath the waistband of her thong. “Naughty naughty!” she says. “Stay on the outside of the thong please.”

You withdraw your hand, and go back to rubbing her pussy through the lace front of her thong. But the moment has passed, and Katrina soon stops you. “All right, that’s enough,” she says. She climbs out of bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a smile. She puts on some music, and begins dancing. Her sexy moves frequently reveal her pink thong, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, with her uniform hiked up to waist-level, she begins twerking just a couple of feet from you.

As you video her thong-clad bottom gyrating within groping distance, you grin naughtily, and reach out with your hand. Katrina squeals as she feels your fingertips pressing against the gusset of her thong, and she dances out of reach, giggling.

During the next song, she begins unbuttoning her uniform, teasing you with little flashes of her breasts. Then she takes the uniform off entirely, kicks off her shoes, and dances in just her thong while you excitedly capture her bouncing breasts on video.

Then, with a naughty little giggle, she climbs on to your bed and turns toward your feet, lifting one hand and one knee across you, so that she is straddling you, on all fours. In this position she resumes twerking, and you stare mesmerised at her thong as it undulates right in front of you.

“Wow,” you gasp, and you reach out and cup your fingers beneath her pussy. To your delight she does not flinch; in fact she starts grinding her pussy against your hand. Excited, you rub her labia and clitoris through the lacy fabric of her thong for a few moments, and then, feeling bold, you...

grab the sides of her thong, and quickly tug them downwards.

pull the gusset of her thong to one side.

“Sure!” says Katrina. “Budge up, then.”

You shift yourself over a bit, and she climbs on to the bed and sits down next to you. Then she pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and with the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch some quality drama.

Her bare thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your hand upon it. Over the next few minutes you casually stroke higher and higher up her leg, until you have reached her thong. But as you begin stroking her pussy through the lacy material, she places her hand gently but firmly on yours. “That’s far enough, you naughty man,” she says.

You chuckle, withdraw your hand, and turn your attention back to the programme.

After half an hour, with a sigh, Katrina says, “Well, I should go.” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After fifteen minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, so she moves on to the buttons on her uniform. It is not long before all of those are undone, and her uniform is lying on the floor behind her chair. One round later, she loses her shoes as well.

“What now?” she inquires with a smirk.

Staring eagerly at her breasts, you reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose, you have to...

take off your thong too.”

shorten your uniform a bit more.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then,” she says. “I’ll be right back.”

Two minutes later, she returns with the overbed table and the tiddlywinks box. She slides the base of the table under your bed, so that the tabletop is positioned a few inches above your lap. You open up the box and set up the game, with the red pot in the centre.

The two of you start playing, but it is not long before you overshoot the pot with one of your winks. By the end of the game, a few other winks have been lost in the same manner as the first.

Katrina pulls the table away from the bed. “Time to fetch the wandering winks,” she says. She climbs on to the bed, leans over you, then lies down flat, reaching down with one arm to retrieve the winks.

This means of course that her bottom, barely covered by her uniform, is rather temptingly positioned right in front of you. Her weight pressing down on your thighs is a little uncomfortable, but you are not about to object. Smiling, you grasp the hem of her uniform, and pull it up to expose her buttocks and thong.

Katrina chuckles. “All right, Mr Keating, have a nice look,” she says. As she continues to retrieve winks from the floor, however, you find the sight before you too great a temptation. Grinning, you...

slide your left hand down between her upper thighs.

put your hands on her buttocks, and begin to massage them.

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up to reveal part of her buttocks and thong, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her buttocks are almost entirely exposed, with the narrow strip of her pink thong buried deep between them. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up to reveal the lower half of her buttocks, and the narrow strip of pink material buried between them. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “I think not,” she says. “Game over, Mr Keating.”

She puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Sorry Mr Keating,” she says, “but this is as short as I can go. Scotty’s unhappy enough about this length.”

She puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles as she feels your hand between her legs. “Enjoying yourself back there, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

You rest your fingers against the gusset of her thong, then slide them downward, pressing them gently into the softness of her pussy. “Oh, indeed I am,” you say.

As Katrina continues to search for fallen winks, you stroke her pussy, working the lacy material of her thong between her labia, and rubbing her clitoris with your middle finger. She soon starts to get noticeably damp, but then she pushes herself up on to her hands and knees. “That’s quite enough for now!” she says, a little breathlessly. Her cheeks are rather pink.

“Okay,” you say, a little disappointed.

Katrina dismounts from the bed and tugs her uniform down. “Well I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles as you give her bottom a squeeze. “Having fun, Mr Keating!” she inquires.

You grin as you massage her buttocks. “Lots!” you confirm.

Katrina finishes retrieving the fallen winks, then she struggles back on to the bed, dismounts from the other side, and tugs her uniform down. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina smiles. “I know you do, Mr Keating,” she says. She leans forward, and gently kisses you on the cheek. “I’d best get going.”

She climbs down from the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina arches her back as you begin sucking on her nipple. After a minute or so, she murmurs, “Well don’t neglect the other one...”

You smile, move your lips over to her right breast, and suck as much of it as possible into your mouth, swirling your tongue around her nipple.

“Mmmm,” says Katrina, stroking the back of your head with her hand. But then she stops, and pats your shoulder. “I should go.” As you lift your head from her breast, she stoops and kisses your cheek.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina chuckles as your hand reaches her thong, and you cup her pussy through the lacy material. “Naughty man,” she murmurs, though she does not try to stop you.

Grinning, you sensuously rub her pussy, pressing her thong between her labia and making little circles around the sensitive little nub of her clit. Katrina’s eyes close, and her breathing starts to quicken.

But she does not allow herself to get too excited. After just a few moments she reaches down and pushes your hand away. With an apologetic smile, she says, “Well, I’d best be off.” She leans forward and kisses your cheek.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s thong and buttocks before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink thong. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “Well, he likes to feel my boobs through my uniform – and I let him – but I stop him whenever he tries to undo my buttons. He’s also grabbed my bottom a few times. And I often bend over for him – he loves my new thongs, of course.”

“Very good!” you say, grinning.

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink thong. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. As you reach her thong, she chuckles. “Naughty man,” she says, but she does not stop you, even when you start gently stroking her pussy through her thong.

Unfortunately it is not long before the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, lowering your arm.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink thong. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, and climbs on to your bed in just her thong. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her thong.

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, and climbs on to your bed in just her thong. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her thong.

As you pull Katrina’s thong down below her buttocks, you briefly catch a glimpse of her puckered anus and the slit of her vaginal opening before she squeals and kneels up, hastily tugging her thong back up. “Naughty man!” she exclaims. “Get a nice look, did you?”

“Very nice, yes,” you reply, grinning.

Katrina rolls her eyes, then she climbs off the bed and resumes dancing, safely out of reach. After the fourth song, she puts her uniform and shoes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her thong remains in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

As you pull Katrina’s thong aside, you briefly catch a glimpse of her labia and vaginal opening before she squeals and kneels up, hastily tugging her thong back into position. “Naughty man!” she exclaims. “Get a nice look, did you?”

“Very nice, yes,” you reply, grinning.

Katrina rolls her eyes, then she climbs off the bed and resumes dancing, safely out of reach. After the fourth song, she puts her uniform and shoes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her thong remains in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. You sigh happily as you notice she is once again wearing her ultra-short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly, coming over to your bed and laying a hand on your shoulder. She stoops, and kisses your cheek. “How are you feeling today?”

You reply,

“Very aroused to see you, Katrina.”

“Fine thank you.”

Katrina grins naughtily. With the tip of her tongue between her teeth, she reaches beneath your bedclothes, finds the opening in the front of your pyjama bottoms, and gently pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Hmm,” she says, stroking it to full hardness. “I see what you mean.” Then she withdraws her hand, and gives you a wink.

“Tease!” you accuse her with a little smirk.

She laughs. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the full treatment later,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, pull her uniform open, and...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Glad to hear it!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, pull her uniform open, and...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Naughty man,” she says affectionately, as she continues to work on your pillows.

You lovingly caress her nipple with your tongue, sucking on her right breast while fondling her left with your right hand. Katrina is done with your pillows now, but she patiently lets you play with her breasts for a minute or so. Eventually, though, she pulls away and refastens her buttons. “Did you have fun there?” she inquires with a smile.

“Very much so!” you reply happily.

“Good,” she says, looking rather amused. “Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your hands close around Katrina’s ample breasts; they feel soft, warm, and deliciously squeezable. Katrina chuckles. “Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires in amusement, as she continues to fix your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm with an impish grin.

Katrina finally takes a step backward, and refastens her buttons. “Let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Oh, it’s not that bad,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I was just wondering how things are going with Geoff Binnie.”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

Her right thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your left hand upon it as the two of you figure out clues together. When you start stroking upward, however, Katrina chuckles.

“Concentrate on the crossword, Mr Keating,” she admonishes you gently.

Duly chastened, you reluctantly withdraw your hand. With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Two Gentlemen of Verona.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her pink panties are in full view. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smirks. “Well, he feels up my bottom through my panties every chance he gets. I usually let him have a little play, until he tries to stick his hand inside my panties. He also likes to massage my boobs through my uniform. And of course I often flash my panties at him.”

“Good for you,” you say with a grin.

She winks at you. “See you later, Mr Keating.” She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and you grab your iPad in preparation for taking photo and video of her dancing.

As the music plays, Katrina twirls and shimmies and twerks, and her pink panties inevitably are on frequent display. Then, during the second song, she performs a little striptease, kicking off her shoes and then undoing her buttons, one at a time. Then she takes her uniform off entirely, and dances in just her panties while you gleefully record her bouncing breasts on video.

As the third song begins, with a mischievous grin, Katrina climbs up on to your bed. Straddling you with her hands and knees, and facing the foot of the bed, she begins gyrating her panty-clad bottom just a foot or so from your face.

The opportunity is too good to miss. You grab her buttocks and massage them for a moment, then you slip your hand between her thighs, palm upward, and cup her pussy through her panties. Katrina giggles as you begin to gently rub her labia and clitoris through the thin material, and she lowers herself on to her elbows, arching her back and spreading her knees wider apart.

This is a clear invitation, so you pull the gusset of her panties to one side, exposing her labia and vaginal opening. Excitedly, you lick your middle finger,

slip it between her labia, and begin stroking her clitoris.

and gently insert it into her vagina.

Katrina grins. “All right,” she says, and you grab your iPad and quickly start the camera app.

She gets up, turns away from you, and pulls up the back of her uniform, fully exposing her pink panties to your delighted eyes. She squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. As you video the event on your iPad, Katrina keeps pushing more and more poo out, until the bulge reaches the size of a large grapefruit.

“Wonderful!” you say happily. Then you add,

“May I touch it?”

“Would you mind posing for a couple more photos?”

“Sure,” says Katrina with a smile. “How do you want me?”

As you direct her through a handful of poses, you bid her unfasten more and more buttons, until her uniform is fully undone. Then you have her take it off, along with her shoes, so that she is wearing only her panties. “Now,” you say, “please could you sit on the chair, facing me, and spread your legs apart?”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina spreads her knees apart, so that her thighs form an angle of about sixty degrees.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you lean back,

lift your feet high up, and hold on to the backs of your thighs with your hands?”

and tuck your right hand inside the front of your panties?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened, and then she loses the uniform entirely, leaving her in just her panties and shoes. One round later, she has lost her shoes as well.

“We still have a little time,” you remark, grinning at her naked breasts. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose, you have to...

French-kiss me.”

take off the panties.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her buttocks immediately peep into view, along with a hint of her pink panties, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. You laugh in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem forming a low arch over her panty-clad buttocks. Then she straightens up, and turns around. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was beautiful!” you say happily.

Smiling, Katrina comes over and hands you the book. “Enjoy,” she says.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs halfway up her buttocks, exposing a considerable area of her panties. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina smirks. “Well that’s rather a naughty pose, Mr Keating,” she says. “But all right.”

“Wonderful!” you say, zooming in on the gentle mound of her cotton-covered pussy as she holds her thighs up and apart. “Can you spread your legs a little wider please?”

She chuckles, but obliges, and you take more photos. Then she lowers her legs. “Okay, I think that’s enough,” she says. She gets dressed, then leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina grins. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says, and she leans back and slips her hand into her panties. As you delightedly take more photos, she closes her eyes and begins stroking her pussy.

“Fantastic!” you say enthusiastically.

She laughs, opens her eyes, and takes her hand out of her panties. “Okay, that’s enough,” she says. She gets dressed, then leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Naughty, but what the heck,” she says. “I’m feeling lucky!”

You deal hurriedly, hoping for good cards. Unfortunately, Katrina wins the hand. “Better luck next time, Mr Keating,” she says, noting your disappointed expression. She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry Mr Keating, but the panties stay on,” she says. “I think we should stop there.” She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina grins. “All right,” she says. “Just don’t play with it – I don’t want to have a big mess to clean up before I leave.”

“Understood,” you reply.

She turns herself around, so that she is on her hands and knees, facing the foot of the bed. She strains, grunts, and strains again ... and then a small lump appears in the back of her panties. It grows, pushing the material outward, until it reaches the size of an orange.

Katrina climbs carefully off the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “I think I’ll just go home like this,” she says, with a naughty little giggle. “Goodnight, Mr Keating!”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows, and you quickly take her breasts in your hands. Katrina chuckles. “Go on then, Mr Keating,” she says in amusement. “Have a play.”

As she continues to adjust your pillows, you...

slide your right hand down her belly towards her panties.

lean over a little, and fasten your lips around her left nipple.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She bends down, and kisses you gently on the lips. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

She climbs off the bed and puts her uniform back on, then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

While continuing to massage Katrina’s right breast with your left hand, you run your right hand down her belly to her panties. You gently cup her pussy, and begin stroking it through the thin layer of fabric.

“Such a naughty man,” murmurs Katrina, but she makes no attempt to stop you. In fact, she closes her eyes and smiles, and you start rubbing more firmly, pressing her panties into the cleft between her labia. Her breathing quickens, and you go for broke, raising your hand and then plunging your fingers down inside the front of her panties.

Katrina gasps, and she reaches down and grasps your wrist with one hand. As you press your middle finger between her labia and start stroking her clitoris, she half-heartedly tugs on your wrist, but it is not until you slide your finger back to her vaginal opening that she takes more decisive action. You have barely got the tip of your finger inside her when she yanks your hand out of her panties.

“That’s quite enough of that!” she exclaims breathlessly, climbing off the bed. “I need to be getting home. Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

“Goodnight Katrina,” you reply, smiling.

She puts her uniform back on, then leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

As you suck her nipple into your mouth, Katrina giggles. “Naughty man,” she says in amusement, but she holds her position, letting you suck and nibble on her breast while she finishes straightening your pillows.

Then she says playfully, “Well don’t ignore the other one, Mr Keating!”

Grinning, you open your mouth as she guides her right breast towards it, and you suck on that nipple for half a minute or so.

Finally Katrina pulls away, and climbs off the bed. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, as she puts her uniform back on. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina soon realises what you are doing, but she merely chuckles and continues with her task as you take photo after photo. Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, enabling you to take an even better photo of her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina giggles, then says, “All right – here goes.” She squats a little, and strains ... and as you stare up at her panties in mounting excitement, a small lump appears. It grows larger and larger, filling out the pink material, until it has become a grapefruit-sized bulge that hangs down well below Katrina’s hem.

“Wonderful!” you whisper.

Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says, a little breathlessly.

“Thank you!” you reply. “May I play with it...?”

She chuckles. “Sure,” she says. “I’ll fetch a towel.” She climbs down from the bed, fetches a towel, and spreads it out over your legs and torso. Then she takes off her uniform and shoes, and climbs back on to the bed in just her poo-filled panties. She gets on all fours, facing the foot of the bed and straddling your legs with her hands and knees. Her bulging panties are well within reach of your hands.

You stare in fascination at the stretched material, sagging under the weight of the faintly visible mass of poo within. Reaching out, you spread out your fingers beneath her panties, and then raise your palm, cupping the bulge and gently pressing it upwards.

Katrina gasps, but says nothing as you slowly ease the bulge back and forth, oscillating it between her buttocks while maintaining a slight pressure. Then you push it a little further forward, between her thighs, squishing it up against her pussy.

“Ohhhh...” Katrina moans, as you begin gently rocking the bulge back and forth. “That feels lovely...”

You continue rubbing the bulge against her pussy, squishing her poo more and more, until chunks of it start falling out on to the towel. Katrina utters little moans of pleasure, and starts undulating her hips as you keep on rubbing her pussy through her panties and poo. Your hand is getting filthy, but you do not mind.

Suddenly Katrina shudders; collapsing on to her elbows, she buries her face into the bedspread and utters a long, muffled groan of ecstasy. You continue rubbing her pussy, though more slowly – by now the poo has been squished so thin that you can feel the contours of her labia through the damp brown material.

“Oh God,” Katrina groans, lifting her head off the bed. “Thank you Mr Keating – that was wonderful.” She carefully climbs off, and then turns and regards the towel. “I’ll just get this cleaned up – and your hand.”

She cleans your hand with tissues and wet wipes, then she puts her uniform and shoes back on, gathers up the corners of the towel, and takes it out of the room.

When she returns, ten minutes later, she grins at you. “Well that was fun,” she says. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Oh yes!” you say fervently.

She laughs. “Good. Anyway I’d better go. See you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. She chuckles, but says nothing.

You work your hand higher and higher, until you reach her panties. You start rubbing her pussy through her panties, and she says, “Having fun down there, are you?”

You grin. “Oh yes,” you reply. Then you work one finger past the edge of her gusset, seeking the moist softness of her pussy.

But at this point the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says. “Now stop that, you naughty thing.”

You reluctantly withdraw your finger from between her labia, and Katrina climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina comes back in, and closes the door. “I’ll be off home shortly,” she says, unbuttoning her uniform. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her naked breasts and panties as her uniform falls to the floor. While you consider your options, she climbs on to the bed and straddles you. Licking your lips, you say,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina comes back in, and closes the door. “I’ll be off home shortly,” she says, unbuttoning her uniform. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her naked breasts and panties as her uniform falls to the floor. While you consider your options, she climbs on to the bed and straddles you. Licking your lips, you say,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina chuckles. “I’ll get a towel,” she says. She fetches a towel, and spreads it out on the bed, across your lap and torso. She unbuttons her uniform and takes it off, then she kicks off her shoes, and climbs up on to the bed. Throwing one knee over you, she straddles your abdomen, her messy panties sagging low over your pelvic region.

Staring happily at Katrina’s breasts, you reach between her legs and take hold of the bulge in her panties. Pulling it toward you, you press it up against her pussy, and begin rubbing it back and forth. Katrina smiles, and her eyes become a little unfocused. As you continue rubbing, her cheeks start turning more pink, and she parts her lips as her breathing quickens.

You squish the poo more firmly against her, sinking your fingers into the fabric of her panties, rapidly stroking her pussy with her own poo. It is hard work, but your efforts are clearly paying off; Katrina has closed her eyes, and she is uttering soft moans of pleasure. She grasps your shoulders with her hands, and leans forward until her forehead is resting against yours.

As her moans increase in volume, you speed up the pace of your rubbing. More and more poo falls out of Katrina’s panties, and the poo between your fingers and her pussy wears thinner and thinner. Soon you can feel her clitoris through the dirty material, but at this point you stop rubbing for a moment. Scooping up a large handful of fallen poo in your right hand, you pull open the front of her panties with your left, then plunge your right hand inside.

You uncurl your fingers, squish the poo against her pussy, and resume rubbing gently, your fingers pressing through the poo to find her clitoris. As Katrina’s moans escalate in pitch, you rub harder and faster, despite the tiredness in your arm.

Katrina’s body suddenly spasms; she shudders and moans loudly, then buries her face in your shoulder to muffle the sound. You continue rubbing while she shudders in orgasmic bliss.

“Ohhh...” moans Katrina, panting heavily. “That was so good...”

You continue to caress her clitoris with your middle finger. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you reply.

She leans forward, plants her lips on yours, and holds them there for a long, lingering kiss.

“Wow, thank you!” you say, when she finally pulls away.

She giggles. “Now I’d better get us both cleaned up,” she says, gently tugging your hand out of her panties.

Having climbed carefully off the bed, she begins by cleaning your hand with tissues and wet wipes. Then she puts her uniform back on, and pulls it down so that it mostly covers her messy panties. Gathering up the corners of the towel, she folds it into a tidy parcel, then she leaves the room.

Ten minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl. I think I deserve another spanking.” She climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

“Sure,” says Katrina with a grin. “How do you want me?”

You think for a moment, then say, “Perhaps you could...

take your uniform off?”

lie down on the floor, on your side?”

Katrina squeals as you pull her panties down. You have barely a second to grin at her bared buttocks before she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, pulling her panties back up, and pouts at you as she tugs her uniform down. “Naughty man!” she admonishes you. “Anyway I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina giggles as she feels your hand slip inside her panties to grasp her buttock. “Is this a spanking or a groping?” she inquires in amusement.

“A bit of both,” you reply, sliding your hand further in. As your fingertips push between her labia, Katrina squeals, then she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, tugging her uniform down, and pouts at you. “Naughty man!” she admonishes you. “Anyway I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina squeals as you touch her clitoris, and she hastily clambers off the bed. “Naughty man!” she admonishes you, before resuming her dance.

After the fourth song, Katrina puts her uniform back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps in shock as she feels your finger slide deep into her vagina. “Mr Keating!” she exclaims.

You slowly ease your finger in and out a few times. “Ohh, I’ve been wanting to do this forever!” you murmur.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you!” says Katrina, a little breathlessly. But as you continue to thrust your finger in and out of her, she shows no sign of wanting you to stop; in fact she resumes undulating her hips, and begins to utter soft moans of pleasure.

You introduce another finger, and increase the pace of your thrusting. Katrina’s moans rise in pitch, and you desperately hope you have enough stamina to keep going until she climaxes.

Fortunately, it seems that Katrina is as excited about this situation as you are. Moaning into the bedclothes, she starts bucking back against your hand, trying to get your fingers deeper inside her. Then, to your immense gratification, she stiffens, then shudders, and utters a long, drawn-out moan of sheer ecstasy.

You leave your fingers inside her, slowly stroking her soft inner flesh, for another minute or so. Then she climbs down from the bed, turns around, and gives you a long kiss on the lips. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “That was lovely.”

The fourth song is just finishing. Katrina puts her uniform back on and sits down, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. She takes it off, and you talk her through a few poses.

“And now without the shoes?” you suggest.

Katrina kicks off her shoes, and poses for a few more photos in just her bulging panties. In the final shot, she is bending over to touch her toes, just next to your bed as you take a photo from almost directly above her.

Putting the iPad down, you take hold of the bulge in Katrina’s panties, and gently squish it against her. She gasps, but does not move, and you start sliding the mass of poo up and down the cleft between her buttocks, and a little farther forward, so that it rubs against her pussy. Katrina begins to breathe harder and faster, and you intensify the rubbing.

“Oh ... God...” she gasps. “That does feel good...”

You press harder, squishing the poo more, and chunks of it begin to fall out of Katrina’s panties. She does not seem to mind, though; in fact she starts moaning in pleasure, and grinding her pussy back against your hand.

Then, suddenly, she shudders in orgasm, burying her mouth in the crook of her elbow to muffle her ecstatic moans. As you slow the pace of your rubbing, you squish some more poo out of her panties, leaving just a thin smear between the filthy material and her pussy. You can feel the contours of her labia with your fingers, and you eagerly press one finger between them, gently rubbing her clitoris through the poo-soaked fabric.

With an apparent effort, Katrina straightens up and turns around. Her face is very flushed. “Thank you, Mr Keating, that was lovely!” she says, and she giggles in embarrassment. “Let me clean your hand.”

Your hand is covered with poo. Katrina cleans it with tissues and wet wipes, then she uses more tissues to gather up the fallen poo and clean the vinyl floor. Then she dons her clothing and buttons up her uniform. “I’d better get to the loo,” she says. “Wish me luck!” She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Ten minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it, again!” she says, her eyes shining. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her bottom, clad in clean panties. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She carefully lies down on her side, with her legs bent, and her bottom pointing towards you.

You grin at her bulging panties. “Excellent,” you say, taking a photo. “Now can you raise your left leg up...?”

Katrina purses her lips. “All right, I suppose so,” she says, and she raises her leg up high.

The weight of her poo causes the gusset of her panties to remain in place, so that part of her pussy peeps into view. In delight you take another couple of photos, capturing most of Katrina’s left pussy lip.

She seems to suspect how much she is showing. “Okay, I think that’s enough photos,” she says. “I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She gets up, grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her ultra-short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You grin at her thighs, and reply,

“Getting rather excited, actually.”

“Much better now you’re here.”

Katrina grins. “Oh yes?” she says. She reaches beneath your top sheet, finds the opening at the front of your pyjama bottoms, and pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Hmm, so I see!” she says. She gently strokes it until it is fully erect, then she lets go and withdraws her hand.

“Oh you tease!” you gasp.

Katrina laughs. “Don’t worry, Mr Keating, you’ll still get your blowjob later,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Katrina smiles. “That’s nice to hear!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers begin massaging Katrina’s breasts, and she chuckles.

“Having fun, Mr Keating?” she inquires, amused, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm, as you gently tweak her nipples between your fingers and thumbs.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina giggles as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Silly man,” she says, continuing to work on your pillows.

You happily swirl your tongue around her nipple, gently sucking on it, sometimes opening your mouth a little wider to take in more of her breast flesh. Meanwhile, your right hand is squeezing and caressing her left breast.

You are a little surprised by how long Katrina allows this to continue, but eventually she says, “All right, that’s enough.” She takes a step back, and refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

Her right thigh is temptingly close, and you casually rest your left hand upon it as the two of you figure out clues together. You start stroking upward, toward her thong, and she does not object, so you continue up her thigh until your fingers reach the warm softness of her thong-clad pussy. At this point, Katrina chuckles.

“Concentrate on the crossword, Mr Keating,” she admonishes you gently.

Duly chastened, you reluctantly withdraw your hand. With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Two Gentlemen of Verona.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her skimpy pink thong is on full display. As you grin at it, you...

grab your iPad, and start taking photos.

say, “How are things going with Geoff Binnie?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smiles warmly at you. “Yes, Mr Keating, I can do that,” she says. She unbuttons her uniform, pulls it off her shoulders, and drops it on the floor behind her. As you stare hungrily at her bare breasts, she says, “Are you going to behave yourself?”

“No,” you reply.

She chuckles. “Good. Budge up then.”

You eagerly, though a little laboriously, shift your body over to make room for Katrina. Having slipped off her shoes, she lifts up the top sheet and bedspread, and climbs into bed next to you. Lying down, she says, “All right, Mr Keating, have fun.”

You do not need to be invited twice. Snuggling up against her warm body, you sigh happily as you rest your head against her shoulder, and begin caressing her left breast. After a few moments of this, you slide your hand off her breast, and start caressing your way down her belly.

Katrina chuckles, and she makes no attempt to stop you, even when you reach her thong. You run your hand over the lacy material, and curl your fingers down between her thighs, cupping her pussy and gently pressing your middle finger into the groove between her labia.

“Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

You gently stroke her pussy, back and forth, rubbing her thong against her clitoris. “Oh yes,” you reply. “How about you?”

Katrina smiles, and closes her eyes. Her breathing is beginning to quicken, which you take to be a good sign, so you...

bend your head down, and start sucking on her right nipple.

draw your hand back, then slip it into the front of her thong.

Katrina moans softly as you fasten your lips around her nipple, and begin to suck on it. “Silly man,” she murmurs. She parts her thighs a little, and arches her back, undulating her pelvis as you continue to stroke her.

But after a couple of minutes, she gently pushes your hand away from her thong. “All right, that’s enough,” she gasps. “Don’t want to get too carried away!” She climbs out of bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina gasps, and makes a grab for your hand, catching it before your second knuckles have disappeared beneath the waistband of her thong. “Naughty naughty!” she says. “Stay on the outside of the thong please.”

You withdraw your hand, and go back to rubbing her pussy through the lace front of her thong. But the moment has passed, and Katrina soon stops you. “All right, that’s enough,” she says. She climbs out of bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a smile. She puts on some music, and begins dancing. Her sexy moves frequently reveal her pink thong, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, with her uniform hiked up to waist-level, she begins twerking just a couple of feet from you.

As you video her thong-clad bottom gyrating within groping distance, you grin naughtily, and reach out with your hand. Katrina squeals as she feels your fingertips pressing against the gusset of her thong, and she dances out of reach, giggling.

During the next song, she begins unbuttoning her uniform, teasing you with little flashes of her breasts. Then she takes the uniform off entirely, kicks off her shoes, and dances in just her thong while you excitedly capture her bouncing breasts on video.

Then, with a naughty little giggle, she climbs on to your bed and turns toward your feet, lifting one hand and one knee across you, so that she is straddling you, on all fours. In this position she resumes twerking, and you stare mesmerised at her thong as it undulates right in front of you.

“Wow,” you gasp, and you reach out and cup your fingers beneath her pussy. To your delight she does not flinch; in fact she starts grinding her pussy against your hand. Excited, you rub her labia and clitoris through the lacy fabric of her thong for a few moments, and then, feeling bold, you...

grab the sides of her thong, and quickly tug them downwards.

pull the gusset of her thong to one side.

“Sure!” says Katrina. “Budge up, then.”

You shift yourself over a bit, and she climbs on to the bed and sits down next to you. Then she pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and with the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch some quality drama.

Her bare thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your hand upon it. Over the next few minutes you casually stroke higher and higher up her leg, until you have reached her thong. But as you begin stroking her pussy through the lacy material, she places her hand gently but firmly on yours. “That’s far enough, you naughty man,” she says.

You chuckle, withdraw your hand, and turn your attention back to the programme.

After half an hour, with a sigh, Katrina says, “Well, I should go.” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After fifteen minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, so she moves on to the buttons on her uniform. It is not long before all of those are undone, and her uniform is lying on the floor behind her chair. One round later, she loses her shoes as well.

“What now?” she inquires with a smirk.

Staring eagerly at her breasts, you reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose, you have to...

take off your thong too.”

shorten your uniform a bit more.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then,” she says. “I’ll be right back.”

Two minutes later, she returns with the overbed table and the tiddlywinks box. She slides the base of the table under your bed, so that the tabletop is positioned a few inches above your lap. You open up the box and set up the game, with the red pot in the centre.

The two of you start playing, but it is not long before you overshoot the pot with one of your winks. By the end of the game, a few other winks have been lost in the same manner as the first.

Katrina pulls the table away from the bed. “Time to fetch the wandering winks,” she says. She climbs on to the bed, leans over you, then lies down flat, reaching down with one arm to retrieve the winks.

This means of course that her bottom, barely covered by her uniform, is rather temptingly positioned right in front of you. Her weight pressing down on your thighs is a little uncomfortable, but you are not about to object. Smiling, you grasp the hem of her uniform, and pull it up to expose her buttocks and thong.

Katrina chuckles. “All right, Mr Keating, have a nice look,” she says. As she continues to retrieve winks from the floor, however, you find the sight before you too great a temptation. Grinning, you...

slide your left hand down between her upper thighs.

put your hands on her buttocks, and begin to massage them.

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up to reveal part of her buttocks and thong, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her buttocks are almost entirely exposed, with the narrow strip of her pink thong buried deep between them. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up to reveal the lower half of her buttocks, and the narrow strip of pink material buried between them. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina laughs. “All right,” she says. “I’m feeling lucky!”

But the hand you deal her is awful, and she stares in dismay as you lay down your two pairs. “Bugger,” she mutters.

“Oh, how exciting!” you say gleefully.

She smirks. “Okay, Mr Keating,” she says. “It seems you finally get to see me naked.” She stands up, pulls her thong down in one swift movement, and steps out of it. Straightening up, she puts her hands on her hips, and looks at you almost challengingly.

“Gosh!” you exclaim, staring wide-eyed at her bare pussy, with its small, well-manicured patch of pubic hair. “How delightful!”

Katrina laughs. “You like?” she inquires.

“Very much!” you tell her enthusiastically. “My word, but you’re a beautiful woman, Katrina!”

She blushes. “Well now I’m glad I finally got naked for you,” she says. “I don’t know why I was feeling so reluctant. It’s nice to be appreciated!”

“Feel free to get naked in front of me any time you want,” you say generously.

She laughs. “Thank you – I’ll remember that.” She puts her clothes back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Sorry Mr Keating,” she says, “but this is as short as I can go. Scotty’s unhappy enough about this length.”

She puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles as she feels your hand between her legs. “Enjoying yourself back there, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

You rest your fingers against the gusset of her thong, then slide them downward, pressing them gently into the softness of her pussy. “Oh, indeed I am,” you say.

As Katrina continues to search for fallen winks, you stroke her pussy, working the lacy material of her thong between her labia, and rubbing her clitoris with your middle finger. She soon starts to get noticeably damp, but then she pushes herself up on to her hands and knees. “That’s quite enough for now!” she says, a little breathlessly. Her cheeks are rather pink.

“Okay,” you say, a little disappointed.

Katrina dismounts from the bed and tugs her uniform down. “Well I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles as you give her bottom a squeeze. “Having fun, Mr Keating!” she inquires.

You grin as you massage her buttocks. “Lots!” you confirm.

Katrina finishes retrieving the fallen winks, then she struggles back on to the bed, dismounts from the other side, and tugs her uniform down. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina smiles. “I know you do, Mr Keating,” she says. She leans forward, and gently kisses you on the cheek. “I’d best get going.”

She climbs down from the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina arches her back as you begin sucking on her nipple. After a minute or so, she murmurs, “Well don’t neglect the other one...”

You smile, move your lips over to her right breast, and suck as much of it as possible into your mouth, swirling your tongue around her nipple.

“Mmmm,” says Katrina, stroking the back of your head with her hand. But then she stops, and pats your shoulder. “I should go.” As you lift your head from her breast, she stoops and kisses your cheek.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina chuckles as your hand reaches her thong, and you cup her pussy through the lacy material. “Naughty man,” she murmurs, though she does not try to stop you.

Grinning, you sensuously rub her pussy, pressing her thong between her labia and making little circles around the sensitive little nub of her clit. Katrina’s eyes close, and her breathing starts to quicken.

But she does not allow herself to get too excited. After just a few moments she reaches down and pushes your hand away. With an apologetic smile, she says, “Well, I’d best be off.” She leans forward and kisses your cheek.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s thong and buttocks before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink thong. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “Well, he likes to feel my boobs through my uniform – and I let him – but I stop him whenever he tries to undo my buttons. He’s also grabbed my bottom a few times. And I often bend over for him – he loves my new thongs, of course.”

“Very good!” you say, grinning.

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink thong. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. As you reach her thong, she chuckles. “Naughty man,” she says, but she does not stop you, even when you start gently stroking her pussy through her thong.

Unfortunately it is not long before the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, lowering your arm.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink thong. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, and climbs on to your bed in just her thong. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her thong.

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, and climbs on to your bed in just her thong. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her thong.

As you pull Katrina’s thong down below her buttocks, you briefly catch a glimpse of her puckered anus and the slit of her vaginal opening before she squeals and kneels up, hastily tugging her thong back up. “Naughty man!” she exclaims. “Get a nice look, did you?”

“Very nice, yes,” you reply, grinning.

Katrina rolls her eyes, then she climbs off the bed and resumes dancing, safely out of reach. After the fourth song, she puts her uniform and shoes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her thong remains in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

As you pull Katrina’s thong aside, you briefly catch a glimpse of her labia and vaginal opening before she squeals and kneels up, hastily tugging her thong back into position. “Naughty man!” she exclaims. “Get a nice look, did you?”

“Very nice, yes,” you reply, grinning.

Katrina rolls her eyes, then she climbs off the bed and resumes dancing, safely out of reach. After the fourth song, she puts her uniform and shoes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her thong remains in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. You sigh happily as you notice she is once again wearing her ultra-short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly, coming over to your bed and laying a hand on your shoulder. She stoops, and kisses your cheek. “How are you feeling today?”

You reply,

“Very aroused to see you, Katrina.”

“Fine thank you.”

Katrina grins naughtily. With the tip of her tongue between her teeth, she reaches beneath your bedclothes, finds the opening in the front of your pyjama bottoms, and gently pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Hmm,” she says, stroking it to full hardness. “I see what you mean.” Then she withdraws her hand, and gives you a wink.

“Tease!” you accuse her with a little smirk.

She laughs. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the full treatment later,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, pull her uniform open, and...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Glad to hear it!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, pull her uniform open, and...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Naughty man,” she says affectionately, as she continues to work on your pillows.

You lovingly caress her nipple with your tongue, sucking on her right breast while fondling her left with your right hand. Katrina is done with your pillows now, but she patiently lets you play with her breasts for a minute or so. Eventually, though, she pulls away and refastens her buttons. “Did you have fun there?” she inquires with a smile.

“Very much so!” you reply happily.

“Good,” she says, looking rather amused. “Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your hands close around Katrina’s ample breasts; they feel soft, warm, and deliciously squeezable. Katrina chuckles. “Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires in amusement, as she continues to fix your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm with an impish grin.

Katrina finally takes a step backward, and refastens her buttons. “Let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Oh, it’s not that bad,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I was just wondering how things are going with Geoff Binnie.”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

Her right thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your left hand upon it as the two of you figure out clues together. When you start stroking upward, Katrina chuckles, but she does not stop you.

You work your way up to her panties, and start stroking her pussy through the flimsy material. After a minute of this, you slip your fingers behind the elastic waistband, and slide them down to her labia.

“Concentrate on the crossword, Mr Keating,” she admonishes you gently.

Duly chastened, you reluctantly withdraw your hand. With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Two Gentlemen of Verona.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her pink panties are in full view. As you stare at them, you...

grab your iPad, and attempt to take a photo.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smirks. “Well, he feels up my bottom through my panties every chance he gets. I usually let him have a little play, until he tries to stick his hand inside my panties. He also likes to unbutton my uniform and fondle my boobs. And of course I often flash my panties at him.”

“Good for you,” you say with a grin.

She winks at you. “See you later, Mr Keating.” She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and you grab your iPad in preparation for taking photo and video of her dancing.

As the music plays, Katrina twirls and shimmies and twerks, and her pink panties inevitably are on frequent display. Then, during the second song, she performs a little striptease, kicking off her shoes and then undoing her buttons, one at a time. Then she takes her uniform off entirely, and dances in just her panties while you gleefully record her bouncing breasts on video.

As the third song begins, with a mischievous grin, Katrina climbs up on to your bed. Straddling you with her hands and knees, and facing the foot of the bed, she begins gyrating her panty-clad bottom just a foot or so from your face.

The opportunity is too good to miss. You grab her buttocks and massage them for a moment, then you slip your hand between her thighs, palm upward, and cup her pussy through her panties. Katrina giggles as you begin to gently rub her labia and clitoris through the thin material, and she lowers herself on to her elbows, arching her back and spreading her knees wider apart.

This is a clear invitation, so you pull the gusset of her panties to one side, exposing her labia and vaginal opening. Excitedly, you lick your middle finger,

slip it between her labia, and begin stroking her clitoris.

and gently insert it into her vagina.

Katrina grins. “All right,” she says, and you grab your iPad and quickly start the camera app.

She gets up, turns away from you, and pulls up the back of her uniform, fully exposing her pink panties to your delighted eyes. She squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. As you video the event on your iPad, Katrina keeps pushing more and more poo out, until the bulge reaches the size of a large grapefruit.

“Wonderful!” you say happily. Then you add,

“May I touch it?”

“Would you mind posing for a couple more photos?”

“Sure,” says Katrina with a smile. “How do you want me?”

As you direct her through a handful of poses, you bid her unfasten more and more buttons, until her uniform is fully undone. Then you have her take it off, along with her shoes, so that she is wearing only her panties. “Now,” you say, “please could you sit on the chair, facing me, and spread your legs apart?”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina spreads her knees apart, so that her thighs form an angle of about sixty degrees.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you lean back,

lift your feet high up, and hold on to the backs of your thighs with your hands?”

and tuck your right hand inside the front of your panties?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened, and then she loses the uniform entirely, leaving her in just her panties and shoes. One round later, she has lost her shoes as well.

“We still have a little time,” you remark, grinning at her naked breasts. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose, you have to...

French-kiss me.”

take off the panties.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her buttocks immediately peep into view, along with a hint of her pink panties, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. You laugh in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem forming a low arch over her panty-clad buttocks. Then she straightens up, and turns around. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was beautiful!” you say happily.

Smiling, Katrina comes over and hands you the book. “Enjoy,” she says.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs halfway up her buttocks, exposing a considerable area of her panties. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina smirks. “Well that’s rather a naughty pose, Mr Keating,” she says. “But all right.”

“Wonderful!” you say, zooming in on the gentle mound of her cotton-covered pussy as she holds her thighs up and apart. “Can you spread your legs a little wider please?”

She chuckles, but obliges, and you take more photos. Then she lowers her legs. “Okay, I think that’s enough,” she says. She gets dressed, then leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina grins. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says, and she leans back and slips her hand into her panties. As you delightedly take more photos, she closes her eyes and begins stroking her pussy.

“Fantastic!” you say enthusiastically.

She laughs, opens her eyes, and takes her hand out of her panties. “Okay, that’s enough,” she says. She gets dressed, then leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Naughty, but what the heck,” she says. “I’m feeling lucky!”

You deal hurriedly, hoping for good cards. Fortunately, yours are rather better than Katrina’s, and you win the hand. “Oh my!” she says, with a little nervous laugh. “Looks like you finally get your snog today, Mr Keating.”

Your heart is racing as she climbs on to the bed and straddles your lap. “Goodness!” you gasp, rather lost for words.

“How about you get me in the mood, a bit?” Katrina suggests gently. She takes your hand, and guides it between her thighs.

You eagerly cup her pussy through her panties, and begin slowly stroking it. She closes her eyes, smiling slightly, and enjoys your touch for a few moments. Then she opens her eyes and leans forward, putting her arms around your neck and pressing her lips to yours.

You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips between your lips. You stick out your own tongue, and twirl it around hers. Slipping your hand inside the front of her panties, you begin stroking her clitoris directly while the two of you continue your highly intimate kiss.

She is apparently not interested in half-measures. She sucks on your tongue, explores your mouth with hers, nibbles on your lips, and begins grinding her pussy against your hand. You slide your middle finger into her very moist vagina, and start thrusting it in and out. She moans with pleasure, but does not stop kissing you.

As her arousal intensifies, however, she finally breaks off the kiss and rests her head on your shoulder, bouncing her pelvis up and down in time with your thrusts. You stroke her g-spot with increasing speed and intensity until, just when you are running out of strength in your arm, she shudders and moans loudly in orgasmic bliss.

She pants heavily for a few moments, then she finds your mouth again with hers. She takes your lower lip between her teeth, tugs on it gently, then sinks her tongue back into your mouth.

Finally she pulls away, smiling. “Well that was surprisingly nice!” she remarks.

“It was!” you agree breathlessly.

She climbs off the bed, and regards you thoughtfully. “Want to see me naked?” she inquires.

“Yes!” you reply instantly. “Gosh yes.”

She grins, then she pulls her panties down, and steps out of them as she straightens up. “Ta daa,” she says.

You sigh happily as you stare at her pussy, with its small, neatly trimmed patch of soft curly hair. Then you look her up and down, from her face to her toes. “My God, Katrina,” you say, “you are such a beauty!”

She giggles. “You think so?” she says, giving you a slow twirl.

“Absolutely!” you tell her. “Breathtaking.”

Katrina smiles happily. “Well I’m happy you think so, Mr Keating. I don’t know why I’ve been so reluctant to go completely naked for you, but I’m glad I’ve finally done so.”

“So am I!” you say fervently.

Katrina grins. “Well, I’d best be off.” She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry Mr Keating, but the panties stay on,” she says. “I think we should stop there.” She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina grins. “All right,” she says. “Just don’t play with it – I don’t want to have a big mess to clean up before I leave.”

“Understood,” you reply.

She turns herself around, so that she is on her hands and knees, facing the foot of the bed. She strains, grunts, and strains again ... and then a small lump appears in the back of her panties. It grows, pushing the material outward, until it reaches the size of an orange.

Katrina climbs carefully off the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “I think I’ll just go home like this,” she says, with a naughty little giggle. “Goodnight, Mr Keating!”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows, and you quickly take her breasts in your hands. Katrina chuckles. “Go on then, Mr Keating,” she says in amusement. “Have a play.”

As she continues to adjust your pillows, you...

slide your right hand down her belly towards her panties.

lean over a little, and fasten your lips around her left nipple.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She bends down, and kisses you gently on the lips. “Sleep well, Mr Keating.”

She climbs off the bed and puts her uniform back on, then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

While continuing to massage Katrina’s right breast with your left hand, you run your right hand down her belly to her panties. You gently cup her pussy, and begin stroking it through the thin layer of fabric.

“Such a naughty man,” murmurs Katrina, but she makes no attempt to stop you. In fact, she closes her eyes and smiles, and you start rubbing more firmly, pressing her panties into the cleft between her labia. Her breathing quickens, and you go for broke, raising your hand and then plunging your fingers down inside the front of her panties.

Katrina gasps, and she reaches down and grasps your wrist with one hand. As you press your middle finger between her labia and start stroking her clitoris, she half-heartedly tugs on your wrist, but it is not until you slide your finger back to her vaginal opening that she takes more decisive action. You have barely got the tip of your finger inside her when she yanks your hand out of her panties.

“That’s quite enough of that!” she exclaims breathlessly, climbing off the bed. “I need to be getting home. Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

“Goodnight Katrina,” you reply, smiling.

She puts her uniform back on, then leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

As you suck her nipple into your mouth, Katrina giggles. “Naughty man,” she says in amusement, but she holds her position, letting you suck and nibble on her breast while she finishes straightening your pillows.

Then she says playfully, “Well don’t ignore the other one, Mr Keating!”

Grinning, you open your mouth as she guides her right breast towards it, and you suck on that nipple for half a minute or so.

Finally Katrina pulls away, and climbs off the bed. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, as she puts her uniform back on. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina soon realises what you are doing, but she merely chuckles and continues with her task as you take photo after photo. Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, enabling you to take an even better photo of her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina giggles, then says, “All right – here goes.” She squats a little, and strains ... and as you stare up at her panties in mounting excitement, a small lump appears. It grows larger and larger, filling out the pink material, until it has become a grapefruit-sized bulge that hangs down well below Katrina’s hem.

“Wonderful!” you whisper.

Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says, a little breathlessly.

“Thank you!” you reply. “May I play with it...?”

She chuckles. “Sure,” she says. “I’ll fetch a towel.” She climbs down from the bed, fetches a towel, and spreads it out over your legs and torso. Then she takes off her uniform and shoes, and climbs back on to the bed in just her poo-filled panties. She gets on all fours, facing the foot of the bed and straddling your legs with her hands and knees. Her bulging panties are well within reach of your hands.

You stare in fascination at the stretched material, sagging under the weight of the faintly visible mass of poo within. Reaching out, you spread out your fingers beneath her panties, and then raise your palm, cupping the bulge and gently pressing it upwards.

Katrina gasps, but says nothing as you slowly ease the bulge back and forth, oscillating it between her buttocks while maintaining a slight pressure. Then you push it a little further forward, between her thighs, squishing it up against her pussy.

“Ohhhh...” Katrina moans, as you begin gently rocking the bulge back and forth. “That feels lovely...”

You continue rubbing the bulge against her pussy, squishing her poo more and more, until chunks of it start falling out on to the towel. Katrina utters little moans of pleasure, and starts undulating her hips as you keep on rubbing her pussy through her panties and poo. Your hand is getting filthy, but you do not mind.

Suddenly Katrina shudders; collapsing on to her elbows, she buries her face into the bedspread and utters a long, muffled groan of ecstasy. You continue rubbing her pussy, though more slowly – by now the poo has been squished so thin that you can feel the contours of her labia through the damp brown material.

“Oh God,” Katrina groans, lifting her head off the bed. “Thank you Mr Keating – that was wonderful.” She carefully climbs off, and then turns and regards the towel. “I’ll just get this cleaned up – and your hand.”

She cleans your hand with tissues and wet wipes, then she puts her uniform and shoes back on, gathers up the corners of the towel, and takes it out of the room.

When she returns, ten minutes later, she grins at you. “Well that was fun,” she says. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Oh yes!” you say fervently.

She laughs. “Good. Anyway I’d better go. See you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. She chuckles, but says nothing.

You work your hand higher and higher, until you reach her panties. You start rubbing her pussy through her panties, and she says, “Having fun down there, are you?”

You grin. “Oh yes,” you reply. Then you work one finger past the edge of her gusset, seeking the moist softness of her pussy.

But at this point the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says. “Now stop that, you naughty thing.”

You reluctantly withdraw your finger from between her labia, and Katrina climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina comes back in, and closes the door. “I’ll be off home shortly,” she says, unbuttoning her uniform. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her naked breasts and panties as her uniform falls to the floor. While you consider your options, she climbs on to the bed and straddles you. Licking your lips, you say,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina comes back in, and closes the door. “I’ll be off home shortly,” she says, unbuttoning her uniform. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her naked breasts and panties as her uniform falls to the floor. While you consider your options, she climbs on to the bed and straddles you. Licking your lips, you say,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina chuckles. “I’ll get a towel,” she says. She fetches a towel, and spreads it out on the bed, across your lap and torso. She unbuttons her uniform and takes it off, then she kicks off her shoes, and climbs up on to the bed. Throwing one knee over you, she straddles your abdomen, her messy panties sagging low over your pelvic region.

Staring happily at Katrina’s breasts, you reach between her legs and take hold of the bulge in her panties. Pulling it toward you, you press it up against her pussy, and begin rubbing it back and forth. Katrina smiles, and her eyes become a little unfocused. As you continue rubbing, her cheeks start turning more pink, and she parts her lips as her breathing quickens.

You squish the poo more firmly against her, sinking your fingers into the fabric of her panties, rapidly stroking her pussy with her own poo. It is hard work, but your efforts are clearly paying off; Katrina has closed her eyes, and she is uttering soft moans of pleasure. She grasps your shoulders with her hands, and leans forward until her forehead is resting against yours.

As her moans increase in volume, you speed up the pace of your rubbing. More and more poo falls out of Katrina’s panties, and the poo between your fingers and her pussy wears thinner and thinner. Soon you can feel her clitoris through the dirty material, but at this point you stop rubbing for a moment. Scooping up a large handful of fallen poo in your right hand, you pull open the front of her panties with your left, then plunge your right hand inside.

You uncurl your fingers, squish the poo against her pussy, and resume rubbing gently, your fingers pressing through the poo to find her clitoris. As Katrina’s moans escalate in pitch, you rub harder and faster, despite the tiredness in your arm.

Katrina’s body suddenly spasms; she shudders and moans loudly, then buries her face in your shoulder to muffle the sound. You continue rubbing while she shudders in orgasmic bliss.

“Ohhh...” moans Katrina, panting heavily. “That was so good...”

You continue to caress her clitoris with your middle finger. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you reply.

She leans forward, plants her lips on yours, and holds them there for a long, lingering kiss.

“Wow, thank you!” you say, when she finally pulls away.

She giggles. “Now I’d better get us both cleaned up,” she says, gently tugging your hand out of her panties.

Having climbed carefully off the bed, she begins by cleaning your hand with tissues and wet wipes. Then she puts her uniform back on, and pulls it down so that it mostly covers her messy panties. Gathering up the corners of the towel, she folds it into a tidy parcel, then she leaves the room.

Ten minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl. I think I deserve another spanking.” She climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

“Sure,” says Katrina with a grin. “How do you want me?”

You think for a moment, then say, “Perhaps you could...

take your uniform off?”

lie down on the floor, on your side?”

Katrina squeals as you pull her panties down. You have barely a second to grin at her bared buttocks before she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, pulling her panties back up, and pouts at you as she tugs her uniform down. “Naughty man!” she admonishes you. “Anyway I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina giggles as she feels your hand slip inside her panties to grasp her buttock. “Is this a spanking or a groping?” she inquires in amusement.

“A bit of both,” you reply, sliding your hand further in. As your fingertips push between her labia, Katrina squeals, then she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, tugging her uniform down, and pouts at you. “Naughty man!” she admonishes you. “Anyway I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as you touch her clitoris, but she does not attempt to stop you, and you gently rub her clit as her breathing starts to quicken.

Her arousal grows steadily over the next few minutes, as does the tiredness in your arm. Fortunately, you last a little longer than she does; with a groan of ecstasy, she shudders and buries her face into the bedclothes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed. “Thank you,” she says quietly.

The fourth song is coming to an end. Katrina puts her uniform back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as she feels your finger slide deep into her vagina, but she makes no attempt to stop you. “Mr Keating...” she murmurs.

You slowly ease your finger in and out a few times. Soon Katrina begins to undulate her hips, and to utter soft moans of pleasure.

You introduce another finger, and increase the pace of your thrusting. Katrina’s moans rise in pitch, and you desperately hope you have enough stamina to keep going until she climaxes.

Fortunately, it seems that Katrina is as excited about this situation as you are. Moaning into the bedclothes, she starts bucking back against your hand, trying to get your fingers deeper inside her. Then, to your immense gratification, she stiffens, then shudders, and utters a long, drawn-out moan of sheer ecstasy.

You leave your fingers inside her, slowly stroking her soft inner flesh, for another minute or so. Then she climbs down from the bed, turns around, and gives you a long kiss on the lips. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “That was lovely.”

The fourth song is just finishing. Katrina puts her uniform back on and sits down, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. She takes it off, and you talk her through a few poses.

“And now without the shoes?” you suggest.

Katrina kicks off her shoes, and poses for a few more photos in just her bulging panties. In the final shot, she is bending over to touch her toes, just next to your bed as you take a photo from almost directly above her.

Putting the iPad down, you take hold of the bulge in Katrina’s panties, and gently squish it against her. She gasps, but does not move, and you start sliding the mass of poo up and down the cleft between her buttocks, and a little farther forward, so that it rubs against her pussy. Katrina begins to breathe harder and faster, and you intensify the rubbing.

“Oh ... God...” she gasps. “That does feel good...”

You press harder, squishing the poo more, and chunks of it begin to fall out of Katrina’s panties. She does not seem to mind, though; in fact she starts moaning in pleasure, and grinding her pussy back against your hand.

Then, suddenly, she shudders in orgasm, burying her mouth in the crook of her elbow to muffle her ecstatic moans. As you slow the pace of your rubbing, you squish some more poo out of her panties, leaving just a thin smear between the filthy material and her pussy. You can feel the contours of her labia with your fingers, and you eagerly press one finger between them, gently rubbing her clitoris through the poo-soaked fabric.

With an apparent effort, Katrina straightens up and turns around. Her face is very flushed. “Thank you, Mr Keating, that was lovely!” she says, and she giggles in embarrassment. “Let me clean your hand.”

Your hand is covered with poo. Katrina cleans it with tissues and wet wipes, then she uses more tissues to gather up the fallen poo and clean the vinyl floor. Then she dons her clothing and buttons up her uniform. “I’d better get to the loo,” she says. “Wish me luck!” She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Ten minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it, again!” she says, her eyes shining. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her bottom, clad in clean panties. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She carefully lies down on her side, with her legs bent, and her bottom pointing towards you.

You grin at her bulging panties. “Excellent,” you say, taking a photo. “Now can you raise your left leg up...?”

Katrina purses her lips. “All right, I suppose so,” she says, and she raises her leg up high.

The weight of her poo causes the gusset of her panties to remain in place, so that part of her pussy peeps into view. In delight you take another couple of photos, capturing most of Katrina’s left pussy lip.

She seems to suspect how much she is showing. “Okay, I think that’s enough photos,” she says. “I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She gets up, grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her ultra-short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. “How are you feeling today?”

You grin at her thighs, and reply,

“Getting rather excited, actually.”

“Much better now you’re here.”

Katrina grins. “Oh yes?” she says. She reaches beneath your top sheet, finds the opening at the front of your pyjama bottoms, and pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Hmm, so I see!” she says. She gently strokes it until it is fully erect, then she lets go and withdraws her hand.

“Oh you tease!” you gasp.

Katrina laughs. “Don’t worry, Mr Keating, you’ll still get your blowjob later,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Katrina smiles. “That’s nice to hear!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers begin massaging Katrina’s breasts, and she chuckles.

“Having fun, Mr Keating?” she inquires, amused, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm, as you gently tweak her nipples between your fingers and thumbs.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina giggles as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Silly man,” she says, continuing to work on your pillows.

You happily swirl your tongue around her nipple, gently sucking on it, sometimes opening your mouth a little wider to take in more of her breast flesh. Meanwhile, your right hand is squeezing and caressing her left breast.

You are a little surprised by how long Katrina allows this to continue, but eventually she says, “All right, that’s enough.” She takes a step back, and refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

Her right thigh is temptingly close, and you casually rest your left hand upon it as the two of you figure out clues together. You start stroking upward, toward her thong, and she does not object, so you continue up her thigh until your fingers reach the warm softness of her thong-clad pussy. At this point, Katrina chuckles.

“Concentrate on the crossword, Mr Keating,” she admonishes you gently.

Duly chastened, you reluctantly withdraw your hand. With Katrina’s help, you manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Two Gentlemen of Verona.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her skimpy pink thong is on full display. As you grin at it, you...

grab your iPad, and start taking photos.

say, “How are things going with Geoff Binnie?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smiles warmly at you. “Yes, Mr Keating, I can do that,” she says. She unbuttons her uniform, pulls it off her shoulders, and drops it on the floor behind her. Slipping off her shoes, she pulls down her panties, and steps out of them. Then, as you stare excitedly at her breasts and pussy, she straightens up and says, “Budge up then.”

You eagerly, though a little laboriously, shift your body over to make room for Katrina. She lifts up the top sheet and bedspread, then climbs into bed next to you. Lying down, she says, “All right, Mr Keating, have fun.”

You do not need to be invited twice. Snuggling up against her warm body, you sigh happily as you rest your head against her shoulder, and begin caressing her left breast. After a few moments of this, you slide your hand off her breast, and start caressing your way down her belly.

Katrina chuckles, and she makes no attempt to stop you, even when you reach her pussy. You run your hand over her soft pubic hair, and curl your fingers down between her thighs, cupping her pussy and gently pressing your middle finger into the groove between her labia.

“Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

You gently stroke her pussy, back and forth, rubbing her clitoris. “Oh yes,” you reply. “How about you?”

Katrina smiles, and closes her eyes. Her breathing is beginning to quicken, which you take to be a good sign, so you...

bend your head down, and start sucking on her right nipple.

slip your middle finger into her vagina.

Katrina moans softly as you fasten your lips around her nipple, and begin to suck on it. “Silly man,” she murmurs. She parts her thighs a little, and arches her back, undulating her pelvis as you continue to stroke her.

But after a couple of minutes, she gently pushes your hand away from her pussy. “All right, that’s enough,” she gasps. “Don’t want to get too carried away!” She climbs out of bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina gasps, and reaches down to grab your wrist. But she does not pull very hard, and as you begin gently sliding your finger in and out of her, she parts her legs a bit, and moans softly.

Her vagina is lubricating copiously, and you soon insert another finger. Katrina’s breathing quickens, and she spreads her thighs wide apart, letting go of your wrist.

You can hardly believe your luck. Katrina is in your bed, naked, and you are finger-fucking her! This is like a dream come true. You thrust your fingers in and out of her vagina with increasing speed, caressing her g-spot with as much intensity as your century-old arm muscles can muster.

It is enough. Suddenly Katrina arches her back, shudders, and utters a series of orgasmic moans. You gradually slow down your thrusting, as her body goes limp. “God!” she pants. “That was lovely!”

“Good,” you say, grinning. “Maybe you’ll let me do it again sometime, then?”

She laughs, breathlessly. “Oh Mr Keating,” she says. “You can do that every day if you want.”

“Excellent!” you respond happily.

She turns on to her side, facing you, then she throws a knee over you and climbs atop you, straddling you. “Mr Keating,” she says, a little huskily, “I think you’ve earned this.” She lowers her face toward you, plants her lips on yours, and slips her tongue into your mouth.

Astonished, you respond quickly in kind, indulging in your first French kiss in decades. You fully expect the kiss to be brief, so you are gratified when, a minute later, your favourite nurse is still sucking on your tongue and exploring your mouth with hers.

Finally, she pulls away. “I should go,” she says. She climbs out of bed, and puts her clothes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a smile. She puts on some music, and begins dancing. Her sexy moves frequently reveal her pink thong, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, with her uniform hiked up to waist-level, she begins twerking just a couple of feet from you.

As you video her thong-clad bottom gyrating within groping distance, you grin naughtily, and reach out with your hand. Katrina squeals as she feels your fingertips pressing against the gusset of her thong, and she dances out of reach, giggling.

During the next song, she begins unbuttoning her uniform, teasing you with little flashes of her breasts. Then she takes the uniform off entirely, kicks off her shoes, and dances in just her thong while you excitedly capture her bouncing breasts on video.

Then, with a naughty little giggle, she pulls her thong down, steps out of it, and resumes dancing, now completely naked. “Bravo!” you exclaim excitedly.

Katrina now climbs on to your bed and straddles you with her thighs, kneeling up and gyrating her pelvis in time to the music. You stare in awe at her pussy for a moment, and...

then you reach out to touch it.

wait to see what she does.

“Sure!” says Katrina. “Budge up, then.”

You shift yourself over a bit, and she climbs on to the bed and sits down next to you. Then she pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and with the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch some quality drama.

Her bare thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your hand upon it. Over the next few minutes you casually stroke higher and higher up her leg, until you have reached her thong. But as you begin stroking her pussy through the lacy material, she places her hand gently but firmly on yours. “That’s far enough, you naughty man,” she says.

You chuckle, withdraw your hand, and turn your attention back to the programme.

After half an hour, with a sigh, Katrina says, “Well, I should go.” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After fifteen minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, so she moves on to the buttons on her uniform. It is not long before all of those are undone, and her uniform is lying on the floor behind her chair. One round later, she loses her shoes as well.

“What now?” she inquires with a smirk.

Staring eagerly at her breasts, you reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose, you have to...

take off your thong too.”

shorten your uniform a bit more.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then,” she says. “I’ll be right back.”

Two minutes later, she returns with the overbed table and the tiddlywinks box. She slides the base of the table under your bed, so that the tabletop is positioned a few inches above your lap. You open up the box and set up the game, with the red pot in the centre.

The two of you start playing, but it is not long before you overshoot the pot with one of your winks. By the end of the game, a few other winks have been lost in the same manner as the first.

Katrina pulls the table away from the bed. “Time to fetch the wandering winks,” she says. She climbs on to the bed, leans over you, then lies down flat, reaching down with one arm to retrieve the winks.

This means of course that her bottom, barely covered by her uniform, is rather temptingly positioned right in front of you. Her weight pressing down on your thighs is a little uncomfortable, but you are not about to object. Smiling, you grasp the hem of her uniform, and pull it up to expose her buttocks and thong.

Katrina chuckles. “All right, Mr Keating, have a nice look,” she says. As she continues to retrieve winks from the floor, however, you find the sight before you too great a temptation. Grinning, you...

slide your left hand down between her upper thighs.

put your hands on her buttocks, and begin to massage them.

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up to reveal part of her buttocks and thong, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her buttocks are almost entirely exposed, with the narrow strip of her pink thong buried deep between them. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up to reveal the lower half of her buttocks, and the narrow strip of pink material buried between them. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina grins. “Sure,” she says.

You win the hand, and Katrina bites her lip. “Oh dear,” she says. She stands up, pulls her thong down in one swift movement, and steps out of it. Straightening up, she smiles at you a little bashfully.

“Ah, Katrina,” you sigh happily, as you gaze wistfully at her bare pussy. “What a gorgeous creature you are...”

Katrina chuckles. “Well, I’d best get going,” she says. She puts her clothes back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Sorry Mr Keating,” she says, “but this is as short as I can go. Scotty’s unhappy enough about this length.”

She puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles as she feels your hand between her legs. “Enjoying yourself back there, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

You rest your fingers against the gusset of her thong, then slide them downward, pressing them gently into the softness of her pussy. “Oh, indeed I am,” you say.

As Katrina continues to search for fallen winks, you stroke her pussy, working the lacy material of her thong between her labia, and rubbing her clitoris with your middle finger. She soon starts to get noticeably damp, but then she pushes herself up on to her hands and knees. “That’s quite enough for now!” she says, a little breathlessly. Her cheeks are rather pink.

“Okay,” you say, a little disappointed.

Katrina dismounts from the bed and tugs her uniform down. “Well I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles as you give her bottom a squeeze. “Having fun, Mr Keating!” she inquires.

You grin as you massage her buttocks. “Lots!” you confirm.

Katrina finishes retrieving the fallen winks, then she struggles back on to the bed, dismounts from the other side, and tugs her uniform down. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina smiles. “I know you do, Mr Keating,” she says. She leans forward, and gently kisses you on the lips. “I’d best get going.”

She climbs down from the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina arches her back as you begin sucking on her nipple. After a minute or so, she murmurs, “Well don’t neglect the other one...”

You smile, move your lips over to her right breast, and suck as much of it as possible into your mouth, swirling your tongue around her nipple.

“Mmmm,” says Katrina, stroking the back of your head with her hand. But then she stops, and pats your shoulder. “I should go.” As you lift your head from her breast, she stoops and kisses you on the lips.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina chuckles as your hand reaches her thong, and you cup her pussy through the lacy material. “Naughty man,” she murmurs, though she does not try to stop you.

Grinning, you sensuously rub her pussy, pressing her thong between her labia and making little circles around the sensitive little nub of her clit. Katrina’s eyes close, and her breathing starts to quicken.

But she does not allow herself to get too excited. After just a few moments she reaches down and pushes your hand away. With an apologetic smile, she says, “Well, I’d best be off.” She leans forward and kisses your cheek.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s thong and buttocks before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink thong. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “Well, he likes to unbutton my uniform and feel my boobs. He also likes fondling my bottom. And I often bend over for him – he loves my new thongs, of course.”

“Very good!” you say, grinning.

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink thong. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. As you reach her thong, she chuckles. “Naughty man,” she says, but she does not stop you, even when you start gently stroking her pussy through her thong.

Unfortunately it is not long before the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, lowering your arm.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink thong. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, and climbs on to your bed in just her thong. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her thong.

Katrina laughs. “Dream on, Mr Keating!” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, and climbs on to your bed in just her thong. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her thong.

You press your fingers against Katrina’s labia, but she gently knocks your hand away. “Look but don’t touch, Mr Keating!” she says playfully.

Katrina gyrates enticingly in front of you for a few more moments, then she climbs off the bed and resumes dancing. After the fourth song, she puts her uniform and shoes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her thong remains in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina continues to gyrate for a few more moments, then, to your delight, she reaches between her legs with her right hand and starts to rub her pussy with her fingers.

Watching Katrina masturbate is an absolute joy. You feel like applauding, but you do not want to distract her. Nevertheless, she continues for only a few seconds before she stops, giggling. “I’m a naughty girl, aren’t I?” she says.

“In the best way!” you tell her, as you take a rather explicit photo of her pussy.

Katrina grins, then she climbs off the bed and resumes dancing. After the fourth song, she puts her clothes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her thong remains in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. You sigh happily as you notice she is once again wearing her ultra-short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly, coming over to your bed and laying a hand on your shoulder. She stoops, and kisses you on the lips. “How are you feeling today?”

You reply,

“Very aroused to see you, Katrina.”

“Fine thank you.”

Katrina grins naughtily. With the tip of her tongue between her teeth, she reaches beneath your bedclothes, finds the opening in the front of your pyjama bottoms, and gently pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Hmm,” she says, stroking it to full hardness. “I see what you mean.” Then she withdraws her hand, and gives you a wink.

“Tease!” you accuse her with a little smirk.

She laughs. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the full treatment later,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, pull her uniform open, and...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Glad to hear it!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, pull her uniform open, and...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Naughty man,” she says affectionately, as she continues to work on your pillows.

You lovingly caress her nipple with your tongue, sucking on her right breast while fondling her left with your right hand. Katrina is done with your pillows now, but she patiently lets you play with her breasts for a minute or so. Eventually, though, she pulls away and refastens her buttons. “Did you have fun there?” she inquires with a smile.

“Very much so!” you reply happily.

“Good,” she says, looking rather amused. “Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your hands close around Katrina’s ample breasts; they feel soft, warm, and deliciously squeezable. Katrina chuckles. “Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires in amusement, as she continues to fix your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm with an impish grin.

Katrina finally takes a step backward, and refastens her buttons. “Let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“How appetising.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Oh, it’s not that bad,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I was just wondering how things are going with Geoff Binnie.”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

Her right thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your left hand upon it as the two of you figure out clues together. When you start stroking upward, Katrina chuckles, but she does not stop you.

You work your way up to her panties, and start stroking her pussy through the flimsy material. After a minute of this, you slip your fingers behind the elastic waistband, and slide them down to her labia.

“Having fun, Mr Keating?” she inquires, amused.

“Oh yes,” you confirm, as you start stroking her clitoris with your middle finger.

Despite this distraction, the two of you soldier on with the crossword, and manage to finish it in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says, a little breathlessly, as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Julius Caesar.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her pink panties are in full view. As you stare at them, you...

take some upskirt photos with your iPad.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smirks. “Well, he feels up my bottom through my panties every chance he gets. I usually let him have a little play, until he tries to stick his hand inside my panties. He also likes to unbutton my uniform and fondle my boobs. And of course I often flash my panties at him.”

“Good for you,” you say with a grin.

She winks at you. “See you later, Mr Keating.” She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and you grab your iPad in preparation for taking photo and video of her dancing.

As the music plays, Katrina twirls and shimmies and twerks, and her pink panties inevitably are on frequent display. Then, during the second song, she performs a little striptease, kicking off her shoes and then undoing her buttons, one at a time. Then she takes her uniform off entirely, and dances in just her panties while you gleefully record her bouncing breasts on video.

As the third song begins, with a mischievous grin, Katrina pulls down her panties, then she climbs up on to your bed. Straddling you with her hands and knees, and facing the foot of the bed, she begins gyrating her naked bottom just a foot or so from your face. You stare wide-eyed at her exposed anus and vaginal opening.

Excitedly, you lick your middle finger,

slip it between her labia, and begin stroking her clitoris.

and gently insert it into her vagina.

Katrina grins. “All right,” she says, and you grab your iPad and quickly start the camera app.

She gets up, kicks off her shoes, them unbuttons and removes her uniform. Now dressed only in her panties, she turns away from you, squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. As you video the event on your iPad, Katrina keeps pushing more and more poo out, until the bulge reaches the size of a large grapefruit.

“Wonderful!” you say happily. Then you add,

“May I touch it?”

“Would you mind posing for a couple more photos?”

“Sure,” says Katrina with a smile. “How do you want me?”

As you direct her through a handful of poses, you bid her unfasten more and more buttons, until her uniform is fully undone. Then you have her take it off, along with her shoes, and you take a few photos of her in just her panties. Then you ask her to remove her panties too ... which she does. You take a couple of tasteful nude shots, then consider how to escalate the eroticism of the poses.

“Now,” you say, “please could you sit on the chair, facing me, and spread your legs apart?”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina spreads her knees apart, so that her thighs form an angle of about sixty degrees.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you lean back,

lift your feet high up, and hold on to the backs of your thighs with your hands?”

and start masturbating?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened, and then she loses the uniform entirely, leaving her in just her panties and shoes. Two rounds later, she has lost those as well.

“We still have a little time,” you remark, grinning at her naked breasts and pussy. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose, you have to...

sit on my face.”

shorten your uniform.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her buttocks immediately peep into view, along with a hint of her pink panties, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. You laugh in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem forming a low arch over her panty-clad buttocks. Then she straightens up, and turns around. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was beautiful!” you say happily.

Smiling, Katrina comes over and hands you the book. “Enjoy,” she says.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs halfway up her buttocks, exposing a considerable area of her panties. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina smirks. “Well that’s rather a naughty pose, Mr Keating,” she says. “But all right.”

“Wonderful!” you say, zooming in on her explicitly exposed labia and clitoris as she holds her thighs up and apart. “Can you spread your legs a little wider please?”

She chuckles, but obliges, and you take more photos. Then she lowers her legs. “Okay, I think that’s enough,” she says. She gets dressed, then leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina grins. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says. She leans back, closes her eyes, and begins stroking her pussy.

“Fantastic!” you say enthusiastically, as you take more photos.

She laughs, and opens her eyes. “Okay, that’s enough,” she says. She gets dressed, then leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “You naughty man!” she says. “But what the heck – deal away!”

You deal hurriedly, hoping for good cards. Unfortunately, Katrina’s are rather better than yours, and she wins the hand. “Better luck next time!” she says. She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry Mr Keating, but you know I can’t go shorter than this,” she says. “I think we should stop there.” She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina grins. “All right,” she says. “I’ll have to put my panties back on, though.”

“Of course,” you reply.

She gets off the bed, puts her panties on, then she climbs back up and straddles you on her hands and knees, facing the foot of the bed. She strains, grunts, and strains again ... and then a small lump appears in the back of her panties. It grows, pushing the material outward, until it reaches the size of an orange. You reach out, cupping the bulge, and you squish it gently against her bottom.

Katrina giggles, then she climbs carefully off the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “I can’t wait to sit down in the car like this,” she says, with a naughty little giggle. “Goodnight, Mr Keating!”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows, and you quickly take her breasts in your hands. Katrina chuckles. “Go on then, Mr Keating,” she says in amusement. “Have a play.”

As she continues to adjust your pillows, you...

slide your right hand down her belly towards her pussy.

lean over a little, and fasten your lips around her left nipple.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She bends down, and kisses you gently on the mouth. Her lips linger there, then her tongue emerges, pushing gently between your lips. You respond in kind, your tongue playing with hers in a sloppy kiss that lasts for over a minute.

Finally, she pulls away. “Sleep well, Mr Keating,” she says, giving you a little wink.

She climbs off the bed and puts her clothes back on, then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

While continuing to massage Katrina’s right breast with your left hand, you run your right hand down her belly to her pussy. You gently cup her labia and clitoris for a moment, then you reach farther back, and slide your middle finger into her vagina.

“Such a naughty man,” murmurs Katrina, but she makes no attempt to stop you. In fact, she closes her eyes and smiles, and you start thrusting your finger in and out of her more vigorously. Her breathing quickens, and you insert another finger.

Katrina utters a little moan of pleasure, and she bends her head down and rests it on your shoulder. You continue rapidly finger-fucking her until she suddenly shudders and moans in her climax.

“Ohh, that was nice,” she gasps. She pants breathlessly for a few moments, then she climbs off the bed. “I need to be getting home. Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

“Goodnight Katrina,” you reply, smiling.

She puts her clothes back on, then leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

As you suck her nipple into your mouth, Katrina giggles. “There’s a good boy,” she says in amusement, and she holds her position, letting you suck and nibble on her breast while she finishes straightening your pillows.

Then she says playfully, “Well don’t ignore the other one, Mr Keating!”

Grinning, you open your mouth as she guides her right breast towards it, and you suck on that nipple for half a minute or so.

Finally Katrina pulls away, and climbs off the bed. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, as she puts her clothes back on. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina soon realises what you are doing, but she merely chuckles and continues with her task as you take photo after photo. Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, enabling you to take an even better photo of her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina giggles, then says, “All right – here goes.” She squats a little, and strains ... and as you stare up at her panties in mounting excitement, a small lump appears. It grows larger and larger, filling out the pink material, until it has become a grapefruit-sized bulge that hangs down well below Katrina’s hem.

“Wonderful!” you whisper.

Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says, a little breathlessly.

“Thank you!” you reply. “May I play with it...?”

She chuckles. “Sure,” she says. “I’ll fetch a towel.” She climbs down from the bed, fetches a towel, and spreads it out over your legs and torso. Then she takes off her uniform and shoes, and climbs back on to the bed in just her poo-filled panties. She gets on all fours, facing the foot of the bed and straddling your legs with her hands and knees. Her bulging panties are well within reach of your hands.

You stare in fascination at the stretched material, sagging under the weight of the faintly visible mass of poo within. Reaching out, you spread out your fingers beneath her panties, and then raise your palm, cupping the bulge and gently pressing it upwards.

Katrina gasps, but says nothing as you slowly ease the bulge back and forth, oscillating it between her buttocks while maintaining a slight pressure. Then you push it a little further forward, between her thighs, squishing it up against her pussy.

“Ohhhh...” Katrina moans, as you begin gently rocking the bulge back and forth. “That feels lovely...”

You continue rubbing the bulge against her pussy, squishing her poo more and more, until chunks of it start falling out on to the towel. Katrina utters little moans of pleasure, and starts undulating her hips as you keep on rubbing her pussy through her panties and poo. Your hand is getting filthy, but you do not mind.

Suddenly Katrina shudders; collapsing on to her elbows, she buries her face into the bedspread and utters a long, muffled groan of ecstasy. You continue rubbing her pussy, though more slowly – by now the poo has been squished so thin that you can feel the contours of her labia through the damp brown material.

“Oh God,” Katrina groans, lifting her head off the bed. “Thank you Mr Keating – that was wonderful.” She carefully climbs off, and then turns and regards the towel. “I’ll just get this cleaned up – and your hand.”

She cleans your hand with tissues and wet wipes, then she puts her uniform and shoes back on, gathers up the corners of the towel, and takes it out of the room.

When she returns, ten minutes later, she grins at you. “Well that was fun,” she says. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Oh yes!” you say fervently.

She laughs. “Good. Anyway I’d better go. See you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. She chuckles, but says nothing.

You work your hand higher and higher, until you reach her panties. You start rubbing her pussy through her panties, and she says, “Having fun down there, are you?”

You grin. “Oh yes,” you reply. Then you work one finger past the edge of her gusset, seeking the moist softness of her pussy.

But at this point the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says. “Now stop that, you naughty thing.”

You reluctantly withdraw your finger from between her labia, and Katrina climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me.”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina comes back in, and closes the door. “I’ll be off home shortly,” she says, unbuttoning her uniform. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her naked breasts and panties as her uniform falls to the floor. While you consider your options, she pulls down her panties, then she climbs on to the bed and straddles you. Licking your lips, you say,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina chuckles. “Maybe later, Mr Keating,” she says. “Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina comes back in, and closes the door. “I’ll be off home shortly,” she says, unbuttoning her uniform. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her naked breasts and panties as her uniform falls to the floor. While you consider your options, she pulls down her panties, then she climbs on to the bed and straddles you. Licking your lips, you say,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina chuckles. “I’ll get a towel,” she says. She fetches a towel, and spreads it out on the bed, across your lap and torso. Climbing up on to the bed, she straddles your abdomen, her messy panties sagging low over your pelvic region.

Staring happily at Katrina’s breasts, you reach between her legs and take hold of the bulge in her panties. Pulling it toward you, you press it up against her pussy, and begin rubbing it back and forth. Katrina smiles, and her eyes become a little unfocused. As you continue rubbing, her cheeks start turning more pink, and she parts her lips as her breathing quickens.

You squish the poo more firmly against her, sinking your fingers into the fabric of her panties, rapidly stroking her pussy with her own poo. It is hard work, but your efforts are clearly paying off; Katrina has closed her eyes, and she is uttering soft moans of pleasure. She grasps your shoulders with her hands, and leans forward until her forehead is resting against yours.

As her moans increase in volume, you speed up the pace of your rubbing. More and more poo falls out of Katrina’s panties, and the poo between your fingers and her pussy wears thinner and thinner. Soon you can feel her clitoris through the dirty material, but at this point you stop rubbing for a moment. Scooping up a large handful of fallen poo in your right hand, you pull open the front of her panties with your left, then plunge your right hand inside.

You uncurl your fingers, squish the poo against her pussy, and resume rubbing gently, your fingers pressing through the poo to find her clitoris. As Katrina’s moans escalate in pitch, you rub harder and faster, despite the tiredness in your arm.

Katrina’s body suddenly spasms; she shudders and moans loudly, then buries her face in your shoulder to muffle the sound. You continue rubbing while she shudders in orgasmic bliss.

“Ohhh...” moans Katrina, panting heavily. “That was so good...”

You continue to caress her clitoris with your middle finger. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you reply.

She leans forward, plants her lips on yours, and holds them there for a long, lingering kiss.

“Wow, thank you!” you say, when she finally pulls away.

She giggles. “Now I’d better get us both cleaned up,” she says, gently tugging your hand out of her panties.

Having climbed carefully off the bed, she begins by cleaning your hand with tissues and wet wipes. Then she puts her uniform back on, and pulls it down so that it mostly covers her messy panties. Gathering up the corners of the towel, she folds it into a tidy parcel, then she leaves the room.

Ten minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl. I think I deserve another spanking.” She climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

“Sure,” says Katrina with a grin. “How do you want me?”

You think for a moment, then say, “Perhaps you could...

climb up on the bed?”

lie down on the floor, on your side?”

Katrina squeals as you pull her panties down, but she does not attempt to move. You playfully spank each bare buttock in turn, several times, until they have turned quite pink. Then you sink your hand between her thighs, probing her pussy with your middle finger. Finding the moist entrance to her vagina, you gently insert your finger.

“Naughty man,” purrs Katrina. She lets you finger her for about a minute, but then she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, pulls her panties back up, and tugs her uniform down. “Well that was fun,” she says with a grin. “Anyway I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina giggles as she feels your hand slip inside her panties to grasp her buttock. “Is this a spanking or a groping?” she inquires in amusement.

“A bit of both,” you reply, sliding your hand further in. As your fingertips push between her labia, Katrina gasps, but she does not stop you, and even parts her legs a little as you slide one finger into her vagina.

“Naughty man,” she murmurs.

“Naughty girl,” you counter, gently sliding your finger in and out of her.

She lets you finger-fuck her for about a minute, then she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, tugging her uniform down, and grins impishly at you. “That was fun,” she says. “But I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as you touch her clitoris, but she does not attempt to stop you, and you gently rub her clit as her breathing starts to quicken.

Her arousal grows steadily over the next few minutes, as does the tiredness in your arm. Fortunately, you last a little longer than she does; with a groan of ecstasy, she shudders and buries her face into the bedclothes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed. “Thank you,” she says quietly.

The fourth song is coming to an end. Katrina puts her clothes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina gasps as she feels your finger slide deep into her vagina, but she makes no attempt to stop you. “Mr Keating...” she murmurs.

You slowly ease your finger in and out a few times. Soon Katrina begins to undulate her hips, and to utter soft moans of pleasure.

You introduce another finger, and increase the pace of your thrusting. Katrina’s moans rise in pitch, and you desperately hope you have enough stamina to keep going until she climaxes.

Fortunately, it seems that Katrina is as excited about this situation as you are. Moaning into the bedclothes, she starts bucking back against your hand, trying to get your fingers deeper inside her. Then, to your immense gratification, she stiffens, then shudders, and utters a long, drawn-out moan of sheer ecstasy.

You leave your fingers inside her, slowly stroking her soft inner flesh, for another minute or so. Then she climbs down from the bed, turns around, and gives you a long kiss on the lips. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “That was lovely.”

The fourth song is just finishing. Katrina puts her clothes back on and sits down, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

To your delight, Katrina then bends down and takes the head of your erection into her mouth. She expertly sucks your cock for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, until with a groan you spurt your semen up into the back of her throat. She swallows it, then continues gently sucking you until she has milked every last drop. Then she straightens up, dries you off, and finishes applying the lotion.

“Oh my word!” you sigh happily. “Thank you Katrina!”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says. She fetches a towel, and lays it on the bed, covering your lap and torso. “What position do you want me in?”

You think for a moment, then grin. “How about flat on your back?” you suggest.

Katrina looks dubious. “With all my weight on you?” she says. “I might do you an injury!”

You haul yourself into a more upright sitting position, and spread your legs apart. Patting the depression between your thighs, you say, “You can lie here.”

Katrina nods, and climbs up on to the bed. Straddling your torso, she squats, then leans backwards, supporting herself with her hands. Keeping her poo-filled panties suspended above the towel, she lowers herself down until her shoulders come to rest between your shins. Lying down on the towel, with her bulging panties settling just in front of your crotch, she lifts up her knees and feet, and spreads her thighs wide apart.

You grin as you stare down at Katrina’s full panties. Taking hold of one side of her gusset, you pull it aside, exposing her pussy and vaginal opening, as well as the top of the huge mound of poo. You pull off a small chunk of the poo, and mash it against her clitoris.

“Ohh, Mr Keating,” murmurs Katrina, closing her eyes.

Then a delightful idea occurs to you. The mass of poo is not uniform; it consists of several squished-together turds of differing sizes. You carefully extract one of these, and press one end of it against the opening of Katrina’s vagina. Her moist orifice expands, and the turd begins to penetrate her.

Katrina’s eyes snap open. “What are you doing?” she asks, a note of panic in her voice.

You stop pushing. “I’d have thought that was obvious,” you reply. “Should I stop?”

She shivers, and closes her eyes again. “No – go ahead,” she says.

You apply more pressure, and Katrina’s poo slowly sinks into her vagina as she hyperventilates in a mixture of anxiety and arousal. When you can push it no further in, you take another lump, and begin rubbing it against her clitoris.

It does not take her long to climax. Soon she is arching her back, shuddering and moaning in ecstasy. “Wow!” she gasps. “That was wonderful!” She lies panting for a couple of minutes, while you gently stroke her clitoris, and then she sits up. “Thank you,” she says sincerely, and she kisses you on the lips. Her tongue finds yours, and you enjoy another lovely French kiss with her.

Then Katrina carefully climbs off the bed. She cleans your hands thoroughly, then she puts her uniform and shoes back on. “I’d better get to the loo,” she says. “Wish me luck!” She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Fifteen minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it, again!” she says, her eyes shining. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her bottom, clad in clean panties. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She carefully lies down on her side, with her legs bent, and her bottom pointing towards you.

You grin at her bulging panties. “Excellent,” you say, taking a photo. “Now can you raise your left leg up...?”

Katrina purses her lips. “All right, I suppose so,” she says, and she raises her leg up high.

The weight of her poo causes the gusset of her panties to remain in place, so that part of her pussy peeps into view. In delight you take another couple of photos, capturing most of Katrina’s left pussy lip.

She seems to suspect how much she is showing. “Okay, I think that’s enough photos,” she says. “I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She gets up and puts her clothes back on, then she grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

Katrina squeals as you pull her panties down, but she does not attempt to move. You playfully spank each bare buttock in turn, several times, until they have turned quite pink. Then you sink your hand between her thighs, probing her pussy with your middle finger. Finding the moist entrance to her vagina, you gently insert your finger.

“Naughty man,” purrs Katrina. She lets you finger her for about a minute, but then she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, pulls her panties back up, and tugs her uniform down. “Well that was fun,” she says with a grin. “Anyway I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect. At this point, she hesitates for a moment, then she begins to unbutton her uniform.

“Oh!” you say, smiling. “This is new.”

She kicks off her shoes, drops her uniform on the floor, and then takes off her panties. Then she climbs on to the bed, and straddles you.

“Oh!” you exclaim in astonishment, as she takes hold of your erection. “Oh!!”

She smiles, and positions herself directly over your upright cock. “I think it’s about time for this, don’t you, Mr Keating?” Then she slowly lowers herself down, and you feel the tip of your erection sliding inside her.

Your heart is pounding madly as Katrina impales herself fully on your cock. Then ... it stops. A feeling of dizziness overwhelms you. As you lose consciousness, you dimly hear Katrina saying urgently, “Mr Keating! Mr Keating!”

Acting quickly, Katrina manages to resuscitate you, though it takes a while before you resume breathing. She hurriedly gets dressed, then calls for assistance. Barely conscious, you are rushed to the hospital, where you undergo some tests.

The next day, recovering in a hospital bed, you are visited by a doctor. “Mr Keating,” he says, “how are you feeling today?”

“As if I’d been hit by a lorry,” you tell him.

He nods. “Well the good news is that there’s no permanent damage from the cardiac arrest. We’d like to keep you under observation tonight, but you should be all right to go back to Marley Court tomorrow.”

“And the bad news?” you inquire.

Then he delivers the bombshell: your cancer has returned, and is spreading rapidly. He estimates you have a few months – possibly just weeks – to live.

You take the news philosophically. You are a hundred years old; death is not the feared enemy it once was. The pills help, and your relationship with Katrina allows you to ignore it, but the fact is that you are in constant pain.

The next day you are taken back to Marley Court, wheeled to your room, and lifted back into your bed. Katrina is there, fussing over you. As soon as she is alone with you, she takes your hand and kisses it.

“Mr Keating, I’m so sorry!” she says.

“Whatever for?” you inquire in surprise.

“For giving you a heart attack!” she groans.

You shake your head. “You silly sod,” you say. “It was a wonderful thing. And if it had killed me – well, what better way to go?”

Katrina chuckles, a little forlornly. “Well that’s one way to look at it,” she says.

“It’s the only way,” you insist. “Don’t you dare blame yourself, Katrina – you’ve brought me nothing but joy. I suppose you heard about my cancer returning?”

She nods. “Poor thing,” she says. “I’m so sorry.”

“Apparently I may have only weeks,” you continue, “so I expect my condition to plummet. If I have another heart attack ... don’t bring me back. Please?”

She stares at you for a moment, then nods. “You’ll need to fill out a form,” she says. Then she wipes the corner of her eye with her sleeve. “I can get that for you.”

“Yes please,” you say. “And ... look ... I understand if this has put you off doing ... the wonderful things you’ve been doing with me...”

Katrina says nothing for a moment. “It’s brought me back to reality, somewhat,” she says. “But I want you to enjoy whatever time you have left. Just tell me what you need.”

“All I need is you, Katrina,” you say simply.

She leans down and kisses your lips. “I’ll be here for you until the end,” she promises.

You smile up at her. “If you need to hold back for your own sake,” you say, “I’ll understand. But please don’t hold back out of any concern for my fragility.”

She nods. “So ... you still want to see me naked, doing a poo in my panties, and so on?”

“Absolutely!” you tell her. “But only if you’re in the mood for it.”

She seems to cheer up a bit. “All right then,” she says. “Let’s make the most of the time we have left together. Starting tomorrow, though. Right now, you should sleep.”

You are, in truth, feeling very weary. “Probably a good idea,” you concede.

She kisses you goodnight, and leaves the room. It is not long before you fall into a deep sleep.

Continue.

Katrina giggles as she feels your hand slip inside her panties to grasp her buttock. “Is this a spanking or a groping?” she inquires in amusement.

“A bit of both,” you reply, sliding your hand further in. As your fingertips push between her labia, Katrina gasps, but she does not stop you, and even parts her legs a little as you slide one finger into her vagina.

“Naughty man,” she murmurs.

“Naughty girl,” you counter, gently sliding your finger in and out of her.

She lets you finger-fuck her for about a minute, then she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, tugging her uniform down, and grins impishly at you. “That was fun,” she says. “But I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect. At this point, she hesitates for a moment, then she begins to unbutton her uniform.

“Oh!” you say, smiling. “This is new.”

She kicks off her shoes, drops her uniform on the floor, and then takes off her panties. Then she climbs on to the bed, and straddles you.

“Oh!” you exclaim in astonishment, as she takes hold of your erection. “Oh!!”

She smiles, and positions herself directly over your upright cock. “I think it’s about time for this, don’t you, Mr Keating?” Then she slowly lowers herself down, and you feel the tip of your erection sliding inside her.

Your heart is pounding madly as Katrina impales herself fully on your cock. Then ... it stops. A feeling of dizziness overwhelms you. As you lose consciousness, you dimly hear Katrina saying urgently, “Mr Keating! Mr Keating!”

Acting quickly, Katrina manages to resuscitate you, though it takes a while before you resume breathing. She hurriedly gets dressed, then calls for assistance. Barely conscious, you are rushed to the hospital, where you undergo some tests.

The next day, recovering in a hospital bed, you are visited by a doctor. “Mr Keating,” he says, “how are you feeling today?”

“As if I’d been hit by a lorry,” you tell him.

He nods. “Well the good news is that there’s no permanent damage from the cardiac arrest. We’d like to keep you under observation tonight, but you should be all right to go back to Marley Court tomorrow.”

“And the bad news?” you inquire.

Then he delivers the bombshell: your cancer has returned, and is spreading rapidly. He estimates you have a few months – possibly just weeks – to live.

You take the news philosophically. You are a hundred years old; death is not the feared enemy it once was. The pills help, and your relationship with Katrina allows you to ignore it, but the fact is that you are in constant pain.

The next day you are taken back to Marley Court, wheeled to your room, and lifted back into your bed. Katrina is there, fussing over you. As soon as she is alone with you, she takes your hand and kisses it.

“Mr Keating, I’m so sorry!” she says.

“Whatever for?” you inquire in surprise.

“For giving you a heart attack!” she groans.

You shake your head. “You silly sod,” you say. “It was a wonderful thing. And if it had killed me – well, what better way to go?”

Katrina chuckles, a little forlornly. “Well that’s one way to look at it,” she says.

“It’s the only way,” you insist. “Don’t you dare blame yourself, Katrina – you’ve brought me nothing but joy. I suppose you heard about my cancer returning?”

She nods. “Poor thing,” she says. “I’m so sorry.”

“Apparently I may have only weeks,” you continue, “so I expect my condition to plummet. If I have another heart attack ... don’t bring me back. Please?”

She stares at you for a moment, then nods. “You’ll need to fill out a form,” she says. Then she wipes the corner of her eye with her sleeve. “I can get that for you.”

“Yes please,” you say. “And ... look ... I understand if this has put you off doing ... the wonderful things you’ve been doing with me...”

Katrina says nothing for a moment. “It’s brought me back to reality, somewhat,” she says. “But I want you to enjoy whatever time you have left. Just tell me what you need.”

“All I need is you, Katrina,” you say simply.

She leans down and kisses your lips. “I’ll be here for you until the end,” she promises.

You smile up at her. “If you need to hold back for your own sake,” you say, “I’ll understand. But please don’t hold back out of any concern for my fragility.”

She nods. “So ... you still want to see me naked, doing a poo in my panties, and so on?”

“Absolutely!” you tell her. “But only if you’re in the mood for it.”

She seems to cheer up a bit. “All right then,” she says. “Let’s make the most of the time we have left together. Starting tomorrow, though. Right now, you should sleep.”

You are, in truth, feeling very weary. “Probably a good idea,” you concede.

She kisses you goodnight, and leaves the room. It is not long before you fall into a deep sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her ultra-short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. Then she leans down, and kisses you on the lips. Straightening up, she adds, “How are you feeling today?”

You grin at her thighs, and reply,

“Getting rather excited, actually.”

“Much better now you’re here.”

Katrina grins. “Oh yes?” she says. She reaches beneath your top sheet, finds the opening at the front of your pyjama bottoms, and pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Hmm, so I see!” she says. She gently strokes it until it is fully erect, then she lets go and withdraws her hand.

“Oh you tease!” you gasp.

Katrina laughs. “Don’t worry, Mr Keating, you’ll still get your blowjob later,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Katrina smiles. “That’s nice to hear!” she says, as she briskly but carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers begin massaging Katrina’s breasts, and she chuckles.

“Having fun, Mr Keating?” she inquires, amused, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm, as you gently tweak her nipples between your fingers and thumbs.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina giggles as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Silly man,” she says, continuing to work on your pillows.

You happily swirl your tongue around her nipple, gently sucking on it, sometimes opening your mouth a little wider to take in more of her breast flesh. Meanwhile, your right hand is squeezing and caressing her left breast.

You are a little surprised by how long Katrina allows this to continue, but eventually she says, “All right, that’s enough.” She takes a step back, and refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

Her right thigh is temptingly close, and you casually start caressing her thigh as the two of you figure out clues together. Over the next two minutes you stroke higher and higher, until your fingers reach the warm softness of her thong-clad pussy.

At this point, Katrina chuckles. “Having fun?” she inquires.

“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you slip your fingers inside the front of her thong. Since she does not object, you gently stroke her pussy while continuing to work on crossword clues.

Despite the distraction, you and Katrina manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Julius Caesar.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her skimpy pink thong is on full display. As you grin at it, you...

grab your iPad, and start taking photos.

say, “How are things going with Geoff Binnie?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smiles warmly at you. “Yes, Mr Keating, I can do that,” she says. She unbuttons her uniform, pulls it off her shoulders, and drops it on the floor behind her. Slipping off her shoes, she pulls down her thong, and steps out of it. Then, as you stare excitedly at her breasts and pussy, she straightens up and says, “Budge up then.”

You eagerly, though a little laboriously, shift your body over to make room for Katrina. She lifts up the top sheet and bedspread, then climbs into bed next to you. Lying down, she says, “All right, Mr Keating, have fun.”

You do not need to be invited twice. Snuggling up against her warm body, you sigh happily as you rest your head against her shoulder, and begin caressing her left breast. After a few moments of this, you slide your hand off her breast, and start caressing your way down her belly.

Katrina chuckles, and she makes no attempt to stop you, even when you reach her pussy. You run your hand over her soft pubic hair, and curl your fingers down between her thighs, cupping her pussy and gently pressing your middle finger into the groove between her labia.

“Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

You gently stroke her pussy, back and forth, rubbing her clitoris. “Oh yes,” you reply. “How about you?”

Katrina smiles, and closes her eyes. Her breathing is beginning to quicken, which you take to be a good sign, so you...

bend your head down, and start sucking on her right nipple.

slip your middle finger into her vagina.

Katrina moans softly as you fasten your lips around her nipple, and begin to suck on it. “Silly man,” she murmurs. She parts her thighs a little, and arches her back, undulating her pelvis as you continue to stroke her.

Over the next couple of minutes, her arousal escalates, and she starts uttering soft moans of pleasure. You increase the speed of your rubbing, and are soon afterward rewarded with a groan of ecstasy from Katrina, as her entire body spasms in orgasmic bliss.

“Goodness, Mr Keating,” she pants. “Thank you so much for that! But I’d better get going.” She climbs out of your bed, and hurriedly puts her clothes back on.

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina gasps, but as you begin gently sliding your finger in and out of her, she parts her legs a bit, and moans softly.

Her vagina is lubricating copiously, and you soon insert another finger. Katrina’s breathing quickens, and she spreads her thighs wide apart. You thrust your fingers in and out of her vagina with increasing speed, caressing her g-spot with as much intensity as your century-old arm muscles can muster.

It is enough. Suddenly Katrina arches her back, shudders, and utters a series of orgasmic moans. You gradually slow down your thrusting, as her body goes limp. “Thank you!” she pants. “That was lovely.” Then she climbs on top of you, plants her lips on yours, and slips her tongue into your mouth.

Delighted, you respond in kind, indulging in a long French kiss with Katrina. Then she pulls away. “I should go,” she says. She climbs out of bed, and puts her clothes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a smile. She puts on some music, and begins dancing. Her sexy moves frequently reveal her pink thong, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, with her uniform hiked up to waist-level, she begins twerking just a couple of feet from you.

As you video her thong-clad bottom gyrating within groping distance, you grin naughtily, and reach out with your hand. Katrina squeals as she feels your fingertips pressing against the gusset of her thong, and she dances out of reach, giggling.

During the next song, she begins unbuttoning her uniform, teasing you with little flashes of her breasts. Then she takes the uniform off entirely, kicks off her shoes, and dances in just her thong while you excitedly capture her bouncing breasts on video.

Then, with a naughty little giggle, she pulls her thong down, steps out of it, and resumes dancing, now completely naked. “Bravo!” you exclaim excitedly.

Katrina now climbs on to your bed and straddles you with her thighs, kneeling up and gyrating her pelvis in time to the music. You stare in awe at her pussy for a moment, and...

then you reach out to touch it.

wait to see what she does.

“Sure!” says Katrina. “Budge up, then.”

You shift yourself over a bit, and she climbs on to the bed and sits down next to you. Then she pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and with the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch some quality drama.

Her bare thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your hand upon it. Over the next few minutes you casually stroke higher and higher up her leg, until you have reached her thong. Slipping your fingers inside the front, you begin to caress her labia and clitoris with your fingertips. Katrina does not object, so you continue gently stroking her for the rest of the programme.

After half an hour, with a sigh, Katrina says, “Well, I should go.” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After fifteen minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, so she moves on to the buttons on her uniform. It is not long before all of those are undone, and her uniform is lying on the floor behind her chair. Two rounds later, she has lost her shoes and thong as well.

“What now?” she inquires with a smirk.

Staring eagerly at her breasts and pussy, you reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose, you have to...

sit on my face.”

shorten your uniform a bit more.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then,” she says. “I’ll be right back.”

Two minutes later, she returns with the overbed table and the tiddlywinks box. She slides the base of the table under your bed, so that the tabletop is positioned a few inches above your lap. You open up the box and set up the game, with the red pot in the centre.

The two of you start playing, but it is not long before you overshoot the pot with one of your winks. By the end of the game, a few other winks have been lost in the same manner as the first.

Katrina pulls the table away from the bed. “Time to fetch the wandering winks,” she says. She climbs on to the bed, leans over you, then lies down flat, reaching down with one arm to retrieve the winks.

This means of course that her bottom, barely covered by her uniform, is rather temptingly positioned right in front of you. Her weight pressing down on your thighs is a little uncomfortable, but you are not about to object. Smiling, you grasp the hem of her uniform, and pull it up to expose her buttocks and thong.

Katrina chuckles. “All right, Mr Keating, have a nice look,” she says. As she continues to retrieve winks from the floor, however, you find the sight before you too great a temptation. Grinning, you...

slide your left hand down between her upper thighs.

put your hands on her buttocks, and begin to massage them.

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up to reveal part of her buttocks and thong, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. Your jaw drops in delight as her white uniform rides up over her bottom, the hem climbing until her buttocks are almost entirely exposed, with the narrow strip of her pink thong buried deep between them. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up to reveal the lower half of her buttocks, and the narrow strip of pink material buried between them. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina laughs. “Naughty!” she says. “Deal away, then!”

You deal, hoping for good cards, but Katrina wins the hand. “Better luck next time,” she says. “Anyway, I’d best get going.” She puts her clothes back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina laughs. “Sorry Mr Keating,” she says, “but you know this is as short as I can go.”

She puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles as she feels your hand between her legs. “Enjoying yourself back there, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

You rest your fingers against the gusset of her thong, then slide them downward, pressing them gently into the softness of her pussy. “Oh, indeed I am,” you say.

As Katrina continues to search for fallen winks, you worm your finger past the seam of her thong, find the entrance to her vagina, and slip it inside. Katrina gasps, but does not object as you slowly begin to thrust it in and out. Soon, however, she pushes herself up on to her hands and knees. “That’s quite enough for now!” she says, a little breathlessly. Her cheeks are rather pink.

“Okay,” you say with a grin.

Katrina dismounts from the bed and tugs her uniform down. “Well I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina chuckles as you give her bottom a squeeze. “Having fun, Mr Keating!” she inquires.

You grin as you massage her buttocks. “Lots!” you confirm. Then you grasp hold of her thong, and pull it down below her buttocks.

“Naughty man!” Katrina gasps. But she does not object, and you resume fondling her bare buttocks.

Katrina finishes retrieving the fallen winks, then she struggles back on to the bed. Dismounting from the other side, she pulls her thong back up, and tugs her uniform down. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina smiles. “I know you do, Mr Keating,” she says. She leans forward, and gently kisses you on the lips. “I’d best get going.”

She climbs down from the bed, and puts her clothes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina arches her back as you begin sucking on her nipple. After a minute or so, she murmurs, “Well don’t neglect the other one...”

You smile, move your lips over to her right breast, and suck as much of it as possible into your mouth, swirling your tongue around her nipple.

“Mmmm,” says Katrina, stroking the back of your head with her hand. But then she stops, and pats your shoulder. “I should go.” As you lift your head from her breast, she stoops and kisses you on the lips.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her clothes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina chuckles as your hand reaches her pussy, and you begin stroking her labia and clitoris with your fingers. “Naughty man,” she murmurs, though she does not try to stop you.

Grinning, you sensuously rub her pussy, and then you reach farther back, slipping one finger into her vagina. Katrina’s eyes close, and her breathing starts to quicken.

But she does not allow herself to get too excited. After just a few moments she reaches down and pushes your hand away. With an apologetic smile, she says, “Well, I’d best be off.” She leans forward and kisses your cheek.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her clothes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s thong and buttocks before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink thong. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “Well, he likes to unbutton my uniform and feel my boobs. He also likes fondling my bottom. And I often bend over for him – he loves my new thongs, of course.”

“Very good!” you say, grinning.

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink thong. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. As you reach her thong, she chuckles. “Naughty man,” she says, but she does not stop you, even when you worm one finger past her thong, and slip it into her vagina.

Unfortunately it is not long before the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, lowering your arm.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink thong. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“That’s sweet of you, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile, “but you don’t need to do anything for me. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, pulls down her thong, and climbs on to your bed, completely naked. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her pussy.

Katrina laughs. “Sometime perhaps, Mr Keating,” she says. “But not right now. Can you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, pulls down her thong, and climbs on to your bed, completely naked. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her pussy.

You press your fingers against Katrina’s labia, and she giggles. Grinding her pussy against your hand, she continues to dance to the music. Even when you insert a finger, she does not object.

Katrina gyrates with your middle finger in her vagina for a few more moments, then she climbs off the bed and resumes dancing. After the fourth song, she puts her clothes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her thong remains in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

Katrina continues to gyrate for a few more moments, then, to your delight, she reaches between her legs with her right hand and starts to rub her pussy with her fingers.

Watching Katrina masturbate is an absolute joy. You feel like applauding, but you do not want to distract her. Nevertheless, she continues for only a few seconds before she stops, giggling. “I’m a naughty girl, aren’t I?” she says.

“In the best way!” you tell her, as you take a rather explicit photo of her pussy.

Katrina grins, then she climbs off the bed and resumes dancing. After the fourth song, she puts her clothes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her thong remains in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina once again bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. She begins sucking, and bobbing her head up and down, and you clutch the sheets with both hands as the most wonderful sensations emanate from your loins.

She is exceedingly good at giving blowjobs. Your arousal steadily intensifies over the next five minutes until, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen up against the back of your nurse’s throat. She continues sucking, swallowing your ejaculate, until your cock begins to soften.

“Oh ... my Lord!” you gasp. “Katrina ... thank you, again!”

She straightens up, and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says.

Wishing you could repay her somehow, you say,

“I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”

“Let me know if you would like me to return the favour.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a smile. She puts on some music, and begins dancing. Her sexy moves frequently reveal her pink thong, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, with her uniform hiked up to waist-level, she begins twerking just a couple of feet from you.

As you video her thong-clad bottom gyrating within groping distance, you grin naughtily, and reach out with your hand. Katrina squeals as she feels your fingertips pressing against the gusset of her thong, and she dances out of reach, giggling.

During the next song, she begins unbuttoning her uniform, teasing you with little flashes of her breasts. Then she takes the uniform off entirely, kicks off her shoes, and dances in just her thong while you excitedly capture her bouncing breasts on video.

Then, with a naughty little giggle, she pulls her thong down, steps out of it, and resumes dancing, now completely naked. “Bravo!” you exclaim excitedly.

Katrina now climbs on to your bed and straddles you with her thighs, kneeling up and gyrating her pelvis in time to the music. You stare in awe at her pussy for a moment, and...

then you reach out to touch it.

wait to see what she does.

You press your fingers against Katrina’s labia, and she giggles. Grinding her pussy against your hand, she continues to dance to the music. Even when you insert a finger, she does not object.

Katrina gyrates with your middle finger in her vagina for a few more moments, then she climbs off the bed and resumes dancing. After the fourth song, she puts her clothes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her thong remains in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect. At this point, she hesitates for a moment, then she begins to unbutton her uniform.

“Oh!” you say, smiling. “This is new.”

She kicks off her shoes, drops her uniform on the floor, and then takes off her panties. Then she climbs on to the bed, and straddles you.

“Oh!” you exclaim in astonishment, as she takes hold of your erection. “Oh!!”

She smiles, and positions herself directly over your upright cock. “I think it’s about time for this, don’t you, Mr Keating?” Then she slowly lowers herself down, and you feel the tip of your erection sliding inside her.

Your heart is pounding madly as Katrina impales herself fully on your cock. Then ... it stops. A feeling of dizziness overwhelms you. As you lose consciousness, you dimly hear Katrina saying urgently, “Mr Keating! Mr Keating!”

Acting quickly, Katrina manages to resuscitate you, though it takes a while before you resume breathing. She hurriedly gets dressed, then calls for assistance. Barely conscious, you are rushed to the hospital, where you undergo some tests.

The next day, recovering in a hospital bed, you are visited by a doctor. “Mr Keating,” he says, “how are you feeling today?”

“As if I’d been hit by a lorry,” you tell him.

He nods. “Well the good news is that there’s no permanent damage from the cardiac arrest. We’d like to keep you under observation tonight, but you should be all right to go back to Marley Court tomorrow.”

“And the bad news?” you inquire.

Then he delivers the bombshell: your cancer has returned, and is spreading rapidly. He estimates you have a few months – possibly just weeks – to live.

You take the news philosophically. You are a hundred years old; death is not the feared enemy it once was. The pills help, and your relationship with Katrina allows you to ignore it, but the fact is that you are in constant pain.

The next day you are taken back to Marley Court, wheeled to your room, and lifted back into your bed. Katrina is there, fussing over you. As soon as she is alone with you, she takes your hand and kisses it.

“Mr Keating, I’m so sorry!” she says.

“Whatever for?” you inquire in surprise.

“For giving you a heart attack!” she groans.

You shake your head. “You silly sod,” you say. “It was a wonderful thing. And if it had killed me – well, what better way to go?”

Katrina chuckles, a little forlornly. “Well that’s one way to look at it,” she says.

“It’s the only way,” you insist. “Don’t you dare blame yourself, Katrina – you’ve brought me nothing but joy. I suppose you heard about my cancer returning?”

She nods. “Poor thing,” she says. “I’m so sorry.”

“Apparently I may have only weeks,” you continue, “so I expect my condition to plummet. If I have another heart attack ... don’t bring me back. Please?”

She stares at you for a moment, then nods. “You’ll need to fill out a form,” she says. Then she wipes the corner of her eye with her sleeve. “I can get that for you.”

“Yes please,” you say. “And ... look ... I understand if this has put you off doing ... the wonderful things you’ve been doing with me...”

Katrina says nothing for a moment. “It’s brought me back to reality, somewhat,” she says. “But I want you to enjoy whatever time you have left. Just tell me what you need.”

“All I need is you, Katrina,” you say simply.

She leans down and kisses your lips. “I’ll be here for you until the end,” she promises.

You smile up at her. “If you need to hold back for your own sake,” you say, “I’ll understand. But please don’t hold back out of any concern for my fragility.”

She nods. “So ... you still want to see me naked, have a daily blowjob, and so on?”

“Absolutely!” you tell her. “But only if you’re in the mood for it.”

She seems to cheer up a bit. “All right then,” she says. “Let’s make the most of the time we have left together. Starting tomorrow, though. Right now, you should sleep.”

You are, in truth, feeling very weary. “Probably a good idea,” you concede.

She kisses you goodnight, and leaves the room. It is not long before you fall into a deep sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. Your eyes widen in surprise at the sight of her pink panties, barely half-covered by her now outrageously short uniform. “You shortened it!” you exclaim, your face wrinkling into a huge grin.

“Yes,” says Katrina with a chuckle. “I figured I might as well just go for it.”

“Aren’t you going to get into trouble, though?” you inquire in concern.

“Scotty’s not happy, of course,” she replies with a shrug. “I told him it’s only temporary...”

“Until I pop my clogs, you mean?” you remark wryly.

Katrina blushes. “He’s not the only one who’s unhappy,” she says, “but I’m going to stick to my guns. I had a chat with Ian, and while he is concerned about my panties being constantly on display, he says he’ll support me as much as he can.”

“Good,” you say with a smile. “For what it’s worth, you look ... amazing. I’m very aroused.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” says Katrina. She stoops and kisses you on the lips. “Um, I know you only just woke up, but we should probably get this out of the way. I’ve brought you the Do Not Resuscitate form.”

“Oh!” you say. “Yes, thank you.” You take the form from her, along with a pen, and scrawl your signature at the bottom.

“You didn’t even read it!” says Katrina in surprise.

You shrug. “I trust you,” you say, handing her the form.

She smiles. “All right then,” she says. She notices you eyeing her panties, and chuckles. “Would you like to have a feel?” she inquires. “Or would you rather have a quick blowjob?”

You eagerly reply,

“Blowjob please!”

“I want to get my hand in those panties.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. You sigh happily as you notice she is once again wearing her ridiculously short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly, coming over to your bed and laying a hand on your shoulder. She stoops, and kisses you on the lips. “How are you feeling today?”

“Very aroused,” you reply, staring hungrily at her panties.

She giggles. “Would you like to feel me up, then?” she inquires. “Or would you prefer a blowjob?”

You reply,

“Blowjob please!”

“I want to get my hand in those panties.”

Katrina grins naughtily. Throwing back your bedclothes, she removes your bedpan, then she gently pulls out your semi-erect penis out from your pyjama bottoms. “There it is,” she purrs, stroking it to full hardness. She bends down, takes it into her mouth, and begins sucking on it.

It is a wonderful blowjob, and you climax after only a couple of minutes. Katrina swallows every drop, then she tucks your penis away. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, pull her uniform open, and...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Go for it,” she says, stepping closer to the bed.

Reaching out, you lift up the hem of her uniform and slip your fingers into the front of her panties. Pressing your middle finger between her labia, you find she is already moist. Lubricated by her juice, you slide your finger back, and gently insert it into her vagina.

“There you go, Mr Keating,” she murmurs, spreading her feet apart a little. She lets you thrust your finger in and out of her for a couple of minutes, but then she gently lifts your hand out of her panties. “We’ll have more time for this sort of thing later today,” she says.

She carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, pull her uniform open, and...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “That’s it – good boy,” she says affectionately, as she continues to work on your pillows.

You lovingly caress her nipple with your tongue, sucking on her right breast while fondling her left with your right hand. Katrina is done with your pillows now, but she patiently lets you play with her breasts for a minute or so. Eventually, though, she pulls away and refastens her buttons. “Did you have fun there?” she inquires with a smile.

“Very much so!” you reply happily.

“Good,” she says. “Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“Ugh.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your hands close around Katrina’s ample breasts; they feel soft, warm, and deliciously squeezable. Katrina smiles. “Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires, as she continues to fix your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm with an impish grin.

Katrina finally takes a step backward, and refastens her buttons. “Let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“Ugh.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Oh, it’s not that bad,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I was just wondering how things are going with Geoff Binnie.”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

Her right thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your left hand upon it as the two of you figure out clues together. When you start stroking upward, Katrina chuckles, but she does not stop you.

You work your way up to her panties, and start stroking her pussy through the flimsy material. After a minute of this, you slip your fingers behind the elastic waistband, and slide them down to her labia.

“Having fun, Mr Keating?” she inquires, amused.

“Oh yes,” you confirm, as you start stroking her clitoris with your middle finger.

Despite this distraction, the two of you soldier on with the crossword, and manage to finish it in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says, a little breathlessly, as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Julius Caesar.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her pink panties are in full view. As you stare at them, you...

take some upskirt photos with your iPad.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smirks. “Well, he feels up my bottom through my panties every chance he gets. I usually let him have a little play, until he tries to stick his hand inside my panties. He also likes to unbutton my uniform and fondle my boobs. And of course I often flash my panties at him.”

“Good for you,” you say with a chuckle. “Do you think ... perhaps ... he might enjoy watching you doing a poo in your panties...?”

She shrugs. “I think your fondness for it is pretty rare, innit?” she says. “It would be a bit of a coincidence if he was into it too.”

“But not impossible,” you say. “You never know until you try. When I’m gone, who are you going to fill your panties in front of?”

Katrina smiles. “I assumed I would no longer do it in front of anyone,” she replies. “But I suppose I can find a way to test the waters without incriminating myself.”

“Yes – good idea,” you agree.

She winks at you. “See you later, Mr Keating.” She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She pauses for a moment, then adds, “I talked to Mr Binnie...”

“Oh?” you reply curiously. “And...?”

“We had a frank little chat,” she says. “I dropped a little mention of poo accidents, to gauge his reaction, and he seemed ... receptive. So I mentioned I’d had such an accident recently, and, like you, he sounded intrigued. So after a little more back and forth, I laid my cards on the table: I told him I enjoy having a poo in my panties, and that I’d been doing so in front of you for a while now.”

“A bit of a risk!” you remark.

Katrina nods. “He’s a nice man, though, in spite of his gropey hands – I wasn’t worried about him telling anyone, even if he was grossed out. But he wasn’t grossed out at all. I wouldn’t say he was thrilled, either – he’s clearly not into it like you are – but he said he would be happy to watch me do it, if I would get a kick out of it. I told him I would ... and I asked him if he wanted to give it a try.”

“And??” you say, with bated breath.

“He said yes, so I did it,” says Katrina with a little shrug. “I did a big poo in my panties, and then I asked him what he thought. He said it was ‘weirdly erotic’, which I thought was encouraging.”

“Very,” you agree.

“I asked if he wanted to touch it, but he declined,” continues Katrina. “He did ask me to come closer – which I did – and then he stuck his hand in the front of my panties and had a bit of a feel. I hope you don’t mind – I let him.”

“Not at all,” you say.

“He even got a finger inside me,” says Katrina, her cheeks reddening a bit. “I was getting quite hot and bothered by then, so I took off my uniform and let him suck on my boobs...”

“Wow,” you say. “Your relationship with him really escalated in a short time!”

Katrina nods. “I don’t plan on letting him get any further though. Anyway I’d best be off.”

She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and you grab your iPad in preparation for taking photo and video of her dancing.

As the music plays, Katrina twirls and shimmies and twerks, with her pink panties on constant display. Then, during the second song, she performs a little striptease, kicking off her shoes and then undoing her buttons, one at a time. Then she takes her uniform off entirely, and dances in just her panties while you gleefully record her bouncing breasts on video.

As the third song begins, with a mischievous grin, Katrina pulls down her panties, then she climbs up on to your bed. Straddling you with her hands and knees, and facing the foot of the bed, she begins gyrating her naked bottom just a foot or so from your face. You stare wide-eyed at her exposed anus and vaginal opening.

Excitedly, you lick your middle finger,

slip it between her labia, and begin stroking her clitoris.

and gently insert it into her vagina.

Katrina grins. “Absolutely,” she says, and you grab your iPad and quickly start the camera app.

She gets up, kicks off her shoes, them unbuttons and removes her uniform. Now dressed only in her panties, she turns away from you, squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. As you video the event on your iPad, Katrina keeps pushing more and more poo out, until the bulge reaches the size of a large grapefruit.

“Wonderful!” you say happily. Then you add,

“May I touch it?”

“Would you mind posing for a couple more photos?”

“Sure,” says Katrina with a smile. “How do you want me?”

As you direct her through a handful of poses, you bid her unfasten more and more buttons, until her uniform is fully undone. Then you have her take it off, along with her shoes, and you take a few photos of her in just her panties. Then you ask her to remove her panties too ... which she does. You take a couple of tasteful nude shots, then consider how to escalate the eroticism of the poses.

“Now,” you say, “please could you sit on the chair, facing me, and spread your legs apart?”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina spreads her knees apart, so that her thighs form an angle of about sixty degrees.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you lean back,

lift your feet high up, and hold on to the backs of your thighs with your hands?”

and start masturbating?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened, and then she loses the uniform entirely, leaving her in just her panties and shoes. Two rounds later, she has lost those as well.

“We still have a little time,” you remark, grinning at her naked breasts and pussy. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose, you have to...

sit on my face.”

put my poo in your panties.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her pink panties become almost fully revealed, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. You laugh in delight as her white uniform rides up, exposing the whole of her pink panties as well as a couple of inches of her lower back. Then she straightens up, and turns around. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was beautiful!” you say happily.

Smiling, Katrina comes over and hands you the book. “Enjoy,” she says.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform rides up over her bottom, exposing her pink panties all the way up to the waistband. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina smirks. “Well that’s rather a naughty pose, Mr Keating,” she says. “But all right.”

“Wonderful!” you say, zooming in on her explicitly exposed labia and clitoris as she holds her thighs up and apart. “Can you spread your legs a little wider please?”

She chuckles, but obliges, and you take more photos. Then she lowers her legs. “Okay, I think that’s enough,” she says. She gets dressed, then leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina grins. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says. She leans back, closes her eyes, and begins stroking her pussy.

“Fantastic!” you say enthusiastically, as you take more photos.

She laughs, and opens her eyes. “Okay, that’s enough,” she says. She gets dressed, then leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina laughs. “You naughty man!” she says. “But what the heck – deal away!”

You deal hurriedly, hoping for good cards. Fortunately, they are at least better than Katrina’s, and you win the hand. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says with a chuckle. She climbs on to your bed, straddling you with her knees either side of your chest, while you slide down the bed a little in order to lie flatter. Katrina eases her pussy down toward your face, until it is within reach of your tongue.

You begin licking between her labia, running your tongue up and down, from her clitoris to her vagina. She tastes wonderful – you can hardly believe how lucky you are to be licking a young woman’s pussy at your advanced age.

You suck gently on her clit, and then thrust your tongue into her vagina as far as it will go. You are rewarded with some heavy breathing from Katrina, but you realise you are unlikely to bring her to a climax before your tongue gets tired.

Sliding a finger into her vagina, you begin rapidly stroking her g-spot while sucking on her clitoris. Katrina begins moaning, and becomes more and more excited over the next couple of minutes, until she shudders in a powerful orgasm.

“Oh Mr Keating!” she gasps. “That was so good. Thank you!” She climbs down from the bed, and gives you a long, deep French kiss. Then she puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina shudders. “What an idea!” she says. “But what the heck – I’m feeling lucky. Deal away!”

“Okay!” you say excitedly.

You deal the cards, hoping for good ones. But it is not to be. “I win,” says Katrina, laying her hand down.

“So I see,” you say, disappointed.

Katrina gets up. “I think we should stop there.” She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina grins. “All right,” she says. “I’ll have to put my panties back on, though.”

“Of course,” you reply.

She gets off the bed, puts her panties on, then she climbs back up and straddles you on her hands and knees, facing the foot of the bed. She strains, grunts, and strains again ... and then a small lump appears in the back of her panties. It grows, pushing the material outward, until it reaches the size of an orange. You reach out, cupping the bulge, and you squish it gently against her bottom.

Katrina giggles, then she climbs carefully off the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “I can’t wait to sit down in the car like this,” she says, with a naughty little giggle. “Goodnight, Mr Keating!”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows, and you quickly take her breasts in your hands. Katrina chuckles. “Go on then, Mr Keating,” she says in amusement. “Have a play.”

As she continues to adjust your pillows, you...

slide your right hand down her belly towards her pussy.

lean over a little, and fasten your lips around her left nipple.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She bends down, and kisses you gently on the mouth. Her lips linger there, then her tongue emerges, pushing gently between your lips. You respond in kind, your tongue playing with hers in a sloppy kiss that lasts for over a minute.

Finally, she pulls away. “Sleep well, Mr Keating,” she says, giving you a little wink.

She climbs off the bed and puts her clothes back on, then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

While continuing to massage Katrina’s right breast with your left hand, you run your right hand down her belly to her pussy. You gently cup her labia and clitoris for a moment, then you reach farther back, and slide your middle finger into her vagina.

“Such a naughty man,” murmurs Katrina, but she makes no attempt to stop you. In fact, she closes her eyes and smiles, and you start thrusting your finger in and out of her more vigorously. Her breathing quickens, and you insert another finger.

Katrina utters a little moan of pleasure, and she bends her head down and rests it on your shoulder. You continue rapidly finger-fucking her until she suddenly shudders and moans in her climax.

“Ohh, that was nice,” she gasps. She pants breathlessly for a few moments, then she climbs off the bed. “I need to be getting home. Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

“Goodnight Katrina,” you reply, smiling.

She puts her clothes back on, then leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

As you suck her nipple into your mouth, Katrina giggles. “There’s a good boy,” she says in amusement, and she holds her position, letting you suck and nibble on her breast while she finishes straightening your pillows.

Then she says playfully, “Well don’t ignore the other one, Mr Keating!”

Grinning, you open your mouth as she guides her right breast towards it, and you suck on that nipple for half a minute or so.

Finally Katrina pulls away, and climbs off the bed. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, as she puts her clothes back on. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina soon realises what you are doing, but she merely chuckles and continues with her task as you take photo after photo. Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, enabling you to take an even better photo of her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina giggles, then says, “All right – here goes.” She squats a little, and strains ... and as you stare up at her panties in mounting excitement, a small lump appears. It grows larger and larger, filling out the pink material, until it has become a grapefruit-sized bulge that hangs down well below Katrina’s hem.

“Wonderful!” you whisper.

Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says, a little breathlessly.

“Thank you!” you reply. “May I play with it...?”

She chuckles. “Sure,” she says. “I’ll fetch a towel.” She climbs down from the bed, fetches a towel, and spreads it out over your legs and torso. Then she takes off her uniform and shoes, and climbs back on to the bed in just her poo-filled panties. She gets on all fours, facing the foot of the bed and straddling your legs with her hands and knees. Her bulging panties are well within reach of your hands.

You stare in fascination at the stretched material, sagging under the weight of the faintly visible mass of poo within. Reaching out, you spread out your fingers beneath her panties, and then raise your palm, cupping the bulge and gently pressing it upwards.

Katrina gasps, but says nothing as you slowly ease the bulge back and forth, oscillating it between her buttocks while maintaining a slight pressure. Then you push it a little further forward, between her thighs, squishing it up against her pussy.

“Ohhhh...” Katrina moans, as you begin gently rocking the bulge back and forth. “That feels lovely...”

You continue rubbing the bulge against her pussy, squishing her poo more and more, until chunks of it start falling out on to the towel. Katrina utters little moans of pleasure, and starts undulating her hips as you keep on rubbing her pussy through her panties and poo. Your hand is getting filthy, but you do not mind.

Suddenly Katrina shudders; collapsing on to her elbows, she buries her face into the bedspread and utters a long, muffled groan of ecstasy. You continue rubbing her pussy, though more slowly – by now the poo has been squished so thin that you can feel the contours of her labia through the damp brown material.

“Oh God,” Katrina groans, lifting her head off the bed. “Thank you Mr Keating – that was wonderful.” She carefully climbs off, and then turns and regards the towel. “I’ll just get this cleaned up – and your hand.”

She cleans your hand with tissues and wet wipes, then she puts her uniform and shoes back on, gathers up the corners of the towel, and takes it out of the room.

When she returns, ten minutes later, she grins at you. “Well that was fun,” she says. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Oh yes!” you say fervently.

She laughs. “Good. Anyway I’d better go. See you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. She chuckles, but says nothing.

You work your hand higher and higher, until you reach her panties. You start rubbing her pussy through her panties, and she says, “Having fun down there, are you?”

You grin. “Oh yes,” you reply. Then you work one finger past the edge of her gusset, and sink it deep into her vagina.

But at this point the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says. “Now get your finger out of me, you naughty thing.”

You withdraw your finger from her vagina, and she climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Certainly, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile. She unbuttons her uniform, then she takes it off, along with her panties and shoes. Climbing on to your bed, she throws a knee over you and straddles your chest, facing the foot of the bed. Bending down, she takes the head of your cock into her mouth, and begins to suck.

Her pussy is right in front of your face. As you sigh with pleasure at the wonderful sensations emanating from your loins, you...

slide your middle finger into her vagina.

begin licking her clitoris.

Katrina bites her lip. “Are you sure?” she asks.

“Oh yes,” you reply firmly. “Katrina, when my heart stopped, it was very peaceful – I didn’t even feel any pain. I just got dizzy and then blacked out. To die that way while having sex with you ... well, I imagine it won’t be much fun for you. But if you’re willing to help me out that way, it’ll be ever so much better than the alternative.”

Katrina nods. “Well, it might not work, you know,” she says.

“True,” you agree. “And let’s assume it won’t. The spectre of imminent death isn’t exactly the most potent aphrodisiac.”

Katrina smirks. “All right then,” she says. She strips off her uniform, shoes and panties, and climbs on top of you. Your erection has wilted away, but a few strokes from Katrina and the prospect of imminently entering her vagina get you hard again fairly quickly.

Katrina lowers herself on to your cock, and you gasp in pleasure as you feel yourself sliding deep within her. “Oh God,” you murmur. “This is heavenly!”

She starts to ease herself up and down, taking her time. As she increases the speed of her bouncing, you reach up and take hold of her gorgeous breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. “I’m fucking you!” you gasp in wonderment. “I’m actually fucking you! And I feel great!”

Katrina grasps your wrists in her hands. At first you think she wants to pull your hands away from her breasts, but she does nothing of the kind ... and then you realise her fingers are positioned perfectly for checking your pulse. This is a little off-putting, but you do not dwell on it for long. The sensation of your penis thrusting in and out of Katrina’s vagina is beyond pleasurable – the experience is out of this world. With a groan, you climax inside her, pumping your semen up against her cervix.

“Mr Keating, I think this is it – I think your heart’s stopped!” says Katrina urgently.

“It’s okay ... just let me go ... it’s perfect...” you murmur happily. Your vision is beginning to cloud over. Oblivion beckons, but with your last breath you gasp,

“Goodbye, naughty girl...”

“I love you, Katrina...”

Katrina chuckles. “I’ll get a towel,” she says. She fetches a towel, and spreads it out on the bed, across your lap and torso. Climbing up on to the bed, she straddles your abdomen, her messy panties sagging low over your pelvic region.

Staring happily at Katrina’s breasts, you reach between her legs and take hold of the bulge in her panties. Pulling it toward you, you press it up against her pussy, and begin rubbing it back and forth. Katrina smiles, and her eyes become a little unfocused. As you continue rubbing, her cheeks start turning more pink, and she parts her lips as her breathing quickens.

You squish the poo more firmly against her, sinking your fingers into the fabric of her panties, rapidly stroking her pussy with her own poo. It is hard work, but your efforts are clearly paying off; Katrina has closed her eyes, and she is uttering soft moans of pleasure. She grasps your shoulders with her hands, and leans forward until her forehead is resting against yours.

As her moans increase in volume, you speed up the pace of your rubbing. More and more poo falls out of Katrina’s panties, and the poo between your fingers and her pussy wears thinner and thinner. Soon you can feel her clitoris through the dirty material, but at this point you stop rubbing for a moment. Scooping up a large handful of fallen poo in your right hand, you pull open the front of her panties with your left, then plunge your right hand inside.

You uncurl your fingers, squish the poo against her pussy, and resume rubbing gently, your fingers pressing through the poo to find her clitoris. As Katrina’s moans escalate in pitch, you rub harder and faster, despite the tiredness in your arm.

Katrina’s body suddenly spasms; she shudders and moans loudly, then buries her face in your shoulder to muffle the sound. You continue rubbing while she shudders in orgasmic bliss.

“Ohhh...” moans Katrina, panting heavily. “That was so good...”

You continue to caress her clitoris with your middle finger. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you reply.

She leans forward, plants her lips on yours, and slips her tongue into your mouth. You respond eagerly, twirling your tongue around hers and pushing it deep into her mouth. The French kiss lasts over a minute.

“Wow, thank you!” you gasp, when she finally pulls away.

She giggles. “Now I’d better get us both cleaned up,” she says, gently tugging your hand out of her panties.

Having climbed carefully off the bed, she begins by cleaning your hand with tissues and wet wipes. Then she puts her uniform back on, and pulls it down so that it mostly covers her messy panties. Gathering up the corners of the towel, she folds it into a tidy parcel, then she leaves the room.

Ten minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl. I think I deserve another spanking.” She climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

“Sure,” says Katrina with a grin. “How do you want me?”

You think for a moment, then say, “Perhaps you could...

climb up on the bed?”

lie down on the floor, on your side?”

Katrina squeals as you pull her panties down, but she does not attempt to move. You playfully spank each bare buttock in turn, several times, until they have turned quite pink. Then you sink your hand between her thighs, probing her pussy with your middle finger. Finding the moist entrance to her vagina, you gently insert your finger.

“Naughty man,” purrs Katrina. She lets you finger her for about a minute, but then she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, pulls her panties back up, and tugs her uniform down. “Well that was fun,” she says with a grin. “Anyway I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina giggles as she feels your hand slip inside her panties to grasp her buttock. “Is this a spanking or a groping?” she inquires in amusement.

“A bit of both,” you reply, sliding your hand further in. As your fingertips push between her labia, Katrina gasps, but she does not stop you, and even parts her legs a little as you slide one finger into her vagina.

“Naughty man,” she murmurs.

“Naughty girl,” you counter, gently sliding your finger in and out of her.

She lets you finger-fuck her for about a minute, then she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, tugging her uniform down, and grins impishly at you. “That was fun,” she says. “But I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina gasps as you touch her clitoris, but she does not attempt to stop you, and you gently rub her clit as her breathing starts to quicken.

Her arousal grows steadily over the next few minutes, as does the tiredness in your arm. Fortunately, you last a little longer than she does; with a groan of ecstasy, she shudders and buries her face into the bedclothes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed. “Thank you,” she says quietly.

The fourth song is coming to an end. Katrina puts her clothes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina gasps as she feels your finger slide deep into her vagina, but she makes no attempt to stop you. “Mr Keating...” she murmurs.

You slowly ease your finger in and out a few times. Soon Katrina begins to undulate her hips, and to utter soft moans of pleasure.

You introduce another finger, and increase the pace of your thrusting. Katrina’s moans rise in pitch, and you desperately hope you have enough stamina to keep going until she climaxes.

Fortunately, it seems that Katrina is as excited about this situation as you are. Moaning into the bedclothes, she starts bucking back against your hand, trying to get your fingers deeper inside her. Then, to your immense gratification, she stiffens, then shudders, and utters a long, drawn-out moan of sheer ecstasy.

You leave your fingers inside her, slowly stroking her soft inner flesh, for another minute or so. Then she climbs down from the bed, turns around, and gives you a long kiss on the lips. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “That was lovely.”

The fourth song is just finishing. Katrina puts her uniform back on and sits down, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says. She fetches a towel, and lays it on the bed, covering your lap and torso. “Want me on my back again?”

“Yes please!” you reply. You haul yourself into a more upright sitting position, and spread your legs apart.

Katrina climbs up on to the bed, straddles your torso, then carefully lies down in the gap between your legs. With her bulging panties nestling just in front of your crotch, she lifts up her knees and feet, and spreads her thighs wide apart.

You grin as you stare down at Katrina’s full panties. Taking hold of one side of her gusset, you pull it aside, exposing her pussy and vaginal opening, as well as the top of the huge mound of poo. You pull off a small chunk of the poo, and mash it against her clitoris.

“Ohh, Mr Keating,” murmurs Katrina, closing her eyes.

Next, you carefully extract a relatively firm turd from the mass of poo, and press one end of it against the opening of Katrina’s vagina. Her moist orifice expands, and the turd begins to penetrate her.

Katrina shivers, and bites her lip. “Oh god,” she murmurs.

You apply more pressure, and Katrina’s poo slowly sinks into her vagina as she hyperventilates in a mixture of anxiety and arousal. When you can push it no further in, you take another lump, and begin rubbing it against her clitoris.

It does not take her long to climax. Soon she is arching her back, shuddering and moaning in ecstasy. “Ohhh!” she gasps. “That was lovely.” She lies panting for a couple of minutes, while you gently stroke her clitoris, and then she sits up. “Thank you,” she says, and she kisses you on the lips. Her tongue finds yours, and you enjoy another French kiss with her.

Then Katrina carefully climbs off the bed. She cleans your hands thoroughly, then she puts her uniform and shoes back on. “I’d better get to the loo,” she says. “Wish me luck!” She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Fifteen minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it, again!” she says, her eyes shining. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her bottom, clad in clean panties. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She carefully lies down on her side, with her legs bent, and her bottom pointing towards you.

You grin at her bulging panties. “Excellent,” you say, taking a photo. “Now can you raise your left leg up...?”

Katrina chuckles. “Okay,” she says, and she raises her leg up high.

The weight of her poo causes the gusset of her panties to remain in place, so that part of her pussy peeps into view. In delight you take another couple of photos, capturing most of Katrina’s left pussy lip. “Excellent,” you say. “Now, can you rub some of that poo into your pussy?”

“It would be my pleasure,” says Katrina, with a naughty grin. She reaches between her legs, into the gaping leg-hole of her panties, and grabs a chunk of poo. Squishing it against her clitoris, she mashes it around, while tugging the gusset of her panties downward with her other hand, so you can see better. Ecstatically, you take several more photos.

But then Katrina stops. “Okay, I think that’s enough photos,” she says. “I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She gets up carefully, and wipes her hand clean with tissues. Then she puts her clothes back on, grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

You push your finger deep into Katrina’s moist vagina, and begin thrusting it in and out as she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you insert another finger alongside the first, and start rubbing her clitoris with your thumb.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you finger-fuck her faster and faster. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina gets dressed. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina comes back in, and closes the door. “I’ll be off home shortly,” she says, unbuttoning her uniform. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her naked breasts and panties as her uniform falls to the floor. While you consider your options, she pulls down her panties, then she climbs on to the bed and straddles you. Licking your lips, you say,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

You begin licking Katrina’s pussy, running your tongue up the groove from her clitoris to her vagina, and back again. After doing this a few times, you plunge your tongue into her moist hole, swirling it around inside her vagina while she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you return to her clitoris, and start sucking on it as you insert a finger into her vagina.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you suck on and lick her clitoris, and thrust your finger in and out of her. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina gets dressed. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina comes back in, and closes the door. “I’ll be off home shortly,” she says, unbuttoning her uniform. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her naked breasts and panties as her uniform falls to the floor. While you consider your options, she pulls down her panties, then she climbs on to the bed and straddles you. Licking your lips, you say,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Your world goes dark, but you dimly hear Katrina saying, “Goodbye Charlie!” before you peacefully slip away.

Katrina stares down at your motionless face, at your half-closed eyes and the slight smile on your lips. Then she starts to cry, her shoulders shaking as she bows her head, making fists with her hands on your chest. Lying down on top of you, she hugs you for a while, feeling your cock softening inside her. Then she climbs off you, and gets to work.

Putting her clothes on, she carefully cleans your penis, then she puts you back into your pyjamas. Switching on your iPad, she deletes all of the photos and videos you have taken of her. At this point, she dries her eyes, then she hurries from the room and reports your death.

After your body has been removed, Ken Cresswell enters the room and looks around casually. Spying your iPad, he says, “Ooh – I’ll have that.” He tucks it under his jersey, and scurries away.

Later, Katrina is chatting with Geoff Binnie in the common room. “I’m sorry about Charlie,” he says. “I know how fond you were of him.”

Katrina nods. “Thank you,” she says. “Yes ... I really was.”

“Now that he’s gone ... will you be going back to wearing scrubs?” asks Geoff.

“Oh no,” says Katrina. “I like showing off my legs too much. But I’ll definitely be getting a longer uniform.”

“Pity,” says Geoff with a sigh.

“Not all that much longer, though,” adds Katrina, with a slight smirk. “I still want my panties to show when I bend over.”

“Good!” says Geoff, chuckling. “And will you still let me ... you know...”

“I suppose so,” replies Katrina with a shrug. “Just give me a little while to mourn, okay?”

“Of course,” says Geoff. He raises his mug of tea. “Well ... here’s to Charlie.”

Katrina raises her own mug. “To Charlie.”

THE END

Your world goes dark, but you dimly hear Katrina saying, “I love you too, Charlie!” before you peacefully slip away.

Katrina stares down at your motionless face, at your half-closed eyes and the slight smile on your lips. Then she starts to cry, her shoulders shaking as she bows her head, making fists with her hands on your chest. Lying down on top of you, she hugs you for a while, feeling your cock softening inside her. Then she climbs off you, and gets to work.

Putting her clothes on, she carefully cleans your penis, then she puts you back into your pyjamas. Switching on your iPad, she deletes all of the photos and videos you have taken of her. At this point, she dries her eyes, then she hurries from the room and reports your death.

After your body has been removed, Ken Cresswell enters the room and looks around casually. Spying your iPad, he says, “Ooh – I’ll have that.” He tucks it under his jersey, and scurries away.

Later, Katrina is chatting with Geoff Binnie in the common room. “I’m sorry about Charlie,” he says. “I know how fond you were of him.”

Katrina nods. “Thank you,” she says. “Yes ... I really was.”

“Now that he’s gone ... will you be going back to wearing scrubs?” asks Geoff.

“Oh no,” says Katrina. “I like showing off my legs too much. But I’ll definitely be getting a longer uniform.”

“Pity,” says Geoff with a sigh. “Will you still let me ... you know...”

“I don’t think so, Mr Binnie,” replies Katrina. “Not for a while, at least.”

“Understandable,” says Geoff, trying not to seem disappointed. He raises his mug of tea. “Well ... here’s to Charlie.”

Katrina raises her own mug. “To Charlie.”

THE END

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. Your eyes widen in surprise at the sight of her pink thong, which is barely half-covered by her now outrageously short uniform. “You shortened it!” you exclaim, your face wrinkling into a huge grin. “A lot!”

“Yes,” says Katrina with a chuckle. “I figured I might as well just go for it.”

“Aren’t you going to get into trouble, though?” you inquire in concern.

“Scotty’s practically beside himself,” she replies uncomfortably. “I told him it’s only temporary...”

“Until I pop my clogs, you mean?” you remark wryly.

Katrina blushes. “He’s not the only one who’s unhappy,” she says, “but I’m going to stick to my guns. I had a chat with Ian, and while he is concerned about my panties being constantly on display, he says he’ll support me as much as he can.”

“Good,” you say with a smile. “For what it’s worth, you look ... amazing. I’m very aroused.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” says Katrina. She stoops and kisses you on the lips. “Um, I know you only just woke up, but we should probably get this out of the way. I’ve brought you the Do Not Resuscitate form.”

“Oh!” you say. “Yes, thank you.” You take the form from her, along with a pen, and scrawl your signature at the bottom.

“You didn’t even read it!” says Katrina in surprise.

You shrug. “I trust you,” you say, handing her the form.

She smiles. “All right then,” she says. She notices you eyeing her thong, and chuckles. “Would you like to have a feel?” she inquires. “Or would you rather have a quick blowjob?”

You eagerly reply,

“Blowjob please!”

“I want to get my hand inside that thong.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing her ridiculously short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. Then she leans down, and kisses you on the lips. Straightening up, she adds, “How are you feeling today?”

You grin at her half-exposed thong, and reply, “Getting very aroused, thank you.”

Katrina giggles. “Would you like to have a feel?” she inquires. “Or would you rather have a quick blowjob?”

You eagerly reply,

“Blowjob please!”

“I want to get my hand inside that thong.”

Katrina grins. “Certainly, Mr Keating,” she says. She reaches beneath your top sheet, finds the opening at the front of your pyjama bottoms, and pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Let’s see what we can do with this...” She gently strokes it until it is fully erect, then she takes its tip into her mouth, and begins to suck on it.

“Oh yes, that’s it...” you gasp.

Her lips and tongue work wonders, and it is not long before your rigid cock is pumping semen into the back of Katrina’s mouth. She swallows it all, and keeps sucking, extracting every last drop. Only when you begin to soften in her mouth does she finally pull away.

“That was great,” you pant. “Thank you...”

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Katrina smiles. “Go for it,” she says, stepping closer to the bed.

Reaching out, you lift up the hem of her uniform and slip your fingers into the front of her thong. Pressing your middle finger between her labia, you find she is already moist. Lubricated by her juice, you slide your finger back, and gently insert it into her vagina.

“Yes, that’s it Mr Keating,” she murmurs, spreading her feet apart a little. She lets you thrust your finger in and out of her for a couple of minutes, but then she gently lifts your hand out of her thong. “We’ll have more time for this sort of thing later today,” she says.

She carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her top three buttons. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers begin massaging Katrina’s breasts, and she chuckles.

“Having fun, Mr Keating?” she inquires, amused, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm, as you gently tweak her nipples between your fingers and thumbs.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina giggles as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Silly man,” she says, continuing to work on your pillows.

You happily swirl your tongue around her nipple, gently sucking on it, sometimes opening your mouth a little wider to take in more of her breast flesh. Meanwhile, your right hand is squeezing and caressing her left breast.

You are a little surprised by how long Katrina allows this to continue, but eventually she says, “All right, that’s enough.” She takes a step back, and refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

Her right thigh is temptingly close, and you casually start caressing her thigh as the two of you figure out clues together. Over the next two minutes you stroke higher and higher, until your fingers reach the warm softness of her thong-clad pussy.

At this point, Katrina chuckles. “Having fun?” she inquires.

“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you slip your fingers inside the front of her thong. Since she does not object, you gently stroke her pussy while continuing to work on crossword clues.

Despite the distraction, you and Katrina manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Julius Caesar.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

As you stare up at her skimpy pink thong, you...

grab your iPad, and start taking photos.

say, “How are things going with Geoff Binnie?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smiles warmly at you. “Yes, Mr Keating, I can do that,” she says. She unbuttons her uniform, pulls it off her shoulders, and drops it on the floor behind her. Slipping off her shoes, she pulls down her thong, and steps out of it. Then, as you stare excitedly at her breasts and pussy, she straightens up and says, “Budge up then.”

You eagerly, though a little laboriously, shift your body over to make room for Katrina. She lifts up the top sheet and bedspread, then climbs into bed next to you. Lying down, she says, “All right, Mr Keating, have fun.”

You do not need to be invited twice. Snuggling up against her warm body, you sigh happily as you rest your head against her shoulder, and begin caressing her left breast. After a few moments of this, you slide your hand off her breast, and start caressing your way down her belly.

Katrina chuckles, and she makes no attempt to stop you, even when you reach her pussy. You run your hand over her soft pubic hair, and curl your fingers down between her thighs, cupping her pussy and gently pressing your middle finger into the groove between her labia.

“Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

You gently stroke her pussy, back and forth, rubbing her clitoris. “Oh yes,” you reply. “How about you?”

Katrina smiles, and closes her eyes. Her breathing is beginning to quicken, which you take to be a good sign, so you...

bend your head down, and start sucking on her right nipple.

slip your middle finger into her vagina.

Katrina moans softly as you fasten your lips around her nipple, and begin to suck on it. “There’s a good boy,” she murmurs. She parts her thighs a little, and arches her back, undulating her pelvis as you continue to stroke her.

Over the next couple of minutes, her arousal escalates, and she starts uttering soft moans of pleasure. You increase the speed of your rubbing, and are soon afterward rewarded with a groan of ecstasy from Katrina, as her entire body spasms in orgasmic bliss.

“Goodness, Mr Keating,” she pants. “Thank you so much for that! But I’d better get going.” She climbs out of your bed, and hurriedly puts her clothes back on.

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina gasps, but as you begin gently sliding your finger in and out of her, she parts her legs a bit, and moans softly.

Her vagina is lubricating copiously, and you soon insert another finger. Katrina’s breathing quickens, and she spreads her thighs wide apart. You thrust your fingers in and out of her vagina with increasing speed, caressing her g-spot with as much intensity as your century-old arm muscles can muster.

It is enough. Suddenly Katrina arches her back, shudders, and utters a series of orgasmic moans. You gradually slow down your thrusting, as her body goes limp. “Thank you!” she pants. “That was lovely.” Then she climbs on top of you, plants her lips on yours, and slips her tongue into your mouth.

Delighted, you respond in kind, indulging in a long French kiss with Katrina. Then she pulls away. “I should go,” she says. She climbs out of bed, and puts her clothes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a smile. She puts on some music and begins dancing, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, bending away from you, she begins twerking just a couple of feet from you.

As you video her thong-clad bottom gyrating within groping distance, you grin naughtily, and reach out with your hand. Katrina squeals as she feels your fingertips pressing against the gusset of her thong, and she dances out of reach, giggling.

During the next song, she begins unbuttoning her uniform, teasing you with little flashes of her breasts. Then she takes the uniform off entirely, kicks off her shoes, and dances in just her thong while you excitedly capture her bouncing breasts on video.

Then, with a naughty little giggle, she pulls her thong down, steps out of it, and resumes dancing, now completely naked. “Bravo!” you exclaim excitedly.

Katrina now climbs on to your bed and straddles you with her thighs, kneeling up and gyrating her pelvis in time to the music. You stare in awe at her pussy for a moment, and...

then you reach out to touch it.

wait to see what she does.

“Sure!” says Katrina. “Budge up, then.”

You shift yourself over a bit, and she climbs on to the bed and sits down next to you. Then she pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and with the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch some quality drama.

Her bare thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your hand upon it. Over the next few minutes you casually stroke higher and higher up her leg, until you have reached her thong. Slipping your fingers inside the front, you begin to caress her labia and clitoris with your fingertips. Katrina does not object, so you continue gently stroking her for the rest of the programme.

After half an hour, with a sigh, Katrina says, “Well, I should go.” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After fifteen minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, so she moves on to the buttons on her uniform. It is not long before all of those are undone, and her uniform is lying on the floor behind her chair. Two rounds later, she has lost her shoes and thong as well.

“What now?” she inquires with a smirk.

Staring eagerly at her breasts and pussy, you reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose, you have to...

sit on my face.”

shorten your uniform even more.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then,” she says. “I’ll be right back.”

Two minutes later, she returns with the overbed table and the tiddlywinks box. She slides the base of the table under your bed, so that the tabletop is positioned a few inches above your lap. You open up the box and set up the game, with the red pot in the centre.

The two of you start playing, but it is not long before you overshoot the pot with one of your winks. By the end of the game, a few other winks have been lost in the same manner as the first.

Katrina pulls the table away from the bed. “Time to fetch the wandering winks,” she says. She climbs on to the bed, leans over you, then lies down flat, reaching down with one arm to retrieve the winks.

This means of course that her bottom, mostly exposed thanks to her ultra-short uniform, is rather temptingly positioned right in front of you. Her weight pressing down on your thighs is a little uncomfortable, but you are not about to object. Smiling, you grasp the hem of her uniform, and hike it up to fully expose her buttocks and thong. Then you grasp the sides of the thong, and tug it down to her upper thighs.

Katrina chuckles. “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and play,” she says. As she continues to retrieve winks from the floor, you...

slide your left hand down between her upper thighs.

put your hands on her buttocks, and begin to massage them.

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her uniform rides up to reveal almost all of her thong and bottom, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. You chortle in delight as her white uniform rides up well above the top of her pink thong, exposing her entire bottom and part of her lower back. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform becomes stretched tightly around her bottom, and the hem climbs up to reveal the entirety of her buttocks, and the narrow strip of pink material buried between them. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina laughs. “Naughty!” she says. “Deal away, then!”

You deal hurriedly, hoping for good cards. Fortunately, they are at least better than Katrina’s, and you win the hand. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says with a chuckle. She climbs on to your bed, straddling you with her knees either side of your chest, while you slide down the bed a little in order to lie flatter. Katrina eases her pussy down toward your face, until it is within reach of your tongue.

You begin licking between her labia, running your tongue up and down, from her clitoris to her vagina. She tastes wonderful – you can hardly believe how lucky you are to be licking a young woman’s pussy at your advanced age.

You suck gently on her clit, and then thrust your tongue into her vagina as far as it will go. You are rewarded with some heavy breathing from Katrina, but you realise you are unlikely to bring her to a climax before your tongue gets tired.

Sliding a finger into her vagina, you begin rapidly stroking her g-spot while sucking on her clitoris. Katrina begins moaning, and becomes more and more excited over the next couple of minutes, until she shudders in a powerful orgasm.

“Oh Mr Keating!” she gasps. “That was so good. Thank you!” She climbs down from the bed, and gives you a long, deep French kiss. Then she puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

Katrina laughs. “Well it already shows off my thong,” she says. “I suppose a little shorter wouldn’t make much difference. Deal away!”

You excitedly deal the cards, hoping for good ones ... and to your delight, you get them. “Oh my goodness,” says Katrina with a little shiver, as you lay down your winning hand. “Well, a bet is a bet. I suppose I’m getting my sewing kit out tonight!”

“I can’t wait to see the results!” you say.

Katrina puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

Katrina chuckles as she feels your hand between her legs. “Enjoying yourself back there, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

You rest your fingers against her pussy, then you gently begin to insert your middle finger into her vagina. “Oh, indeed I am,” you say.

As Katrina continues to search for fallen winks, you slowly thrust your finger in and out of her. Soon, however, she pushes herself up on to her hands and knees. “That’s quite enough for now!” she says, a little breathlessly. Her cheeks are rather pink.

“Okay,” you say with a grin.

Katrina dismounts from the bed and tugs her uniform down. “Well I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

Katrina chuckles as you give her bottom a squeeze. “Having fun, Mr Keating!” she inquires.

You grin as you massage her buttocks. “Lots!” you confirm. Then you pry her buttocks apart, and begin to press the tip of your middle finger against her puckered anus.

“Oh my!” Katrina gasps. “A bit of lube please!”

You lean over, and spit a small quantity of saliva between her buttocks. Coating your finger, you slowly ease it through the tight muscle, worming it inside her rectum.

Katrina shivers. “You do take some liberties, Mr Keating!” she says. A moment later, she finishes retrieving the fallen winks, and struggles back on to the bed as your finger pops out of her anus. Dismounting from the other side, she pulls her thong back up, and tugs her uniform down. “Let’s just clean that finger of yours,” she says, and she does so with a wet wipe. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

Katrina smiles. “I know you do, Mr Keating,” she says. She leans forward, and gently kisses you. Feeling her tongue pressing between your lips, you open your mouth, and the ensuing French kiss lasts for almost a minute.

Finally she pulls away, smiling at you. “That was nice,” she says. “But I’d best get going.”

She climbs down from the bed, and puts her clothes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina arches her back as you begin sucking on her nipple. After a minute or so, she murmurs, “Well don’t neglect the other one...”

You smile, move your lips over to her right breast, and suck as much of it as possible into your mouth, swirling your tongue around her nipple.

“Mmmm,” says Katrina, stroking the back of your head with her hand. But then she stops, and pats your shoulder. “I should go.” As you lift your head from her breast, she stoops and kisses you on the lips.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her clothes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina chuckles as your hand reaches her pussy, and you begin stroking her labia and clitoris with your fingers. “Naughty man,” she murmurs, though she does not try to stop you.

Grinning, you sensuously rub her pussy, and then you reach farther back, slipping one finger into her vagina. Katrina’s eyes close, and her breathing starts to quicken.

But she does not allow herself to get too excited. After just a few moments she reaches down and pushes your hand away. With an apologetic smile, she says, “Well, I’d best be off.” She leans forward and kisses your cheek.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her clothes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s thong and buttocks before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink thong. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “Well, he likes to unbutton my uniform and feel my boobs. He also likes fondling my bottom and pussy – through my thong of course, though he does try to get inside it sometimes. I often bend over really close to him, so he can get a good look and a good feel.”

“Excellent!” you say, grinning.

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink thong. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. As you reach her thong, she chuckles. “Naughty man,” she says, but she does not stop you, even when you worm one finger past her thong, and slip it into her vagina.

Unfortunately it is not long before the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, lowering your arm.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink thong. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Certainly, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile. She unbuttons her uniform, then she takes it off, along with her thong and shoes. Climbing on to your bed, she throws a knee over you and straddles your chest, facing the foot of the bed. Bending down, she takes the head of your cock into her mouth, and begins to suck.

Her pussy is right in front of your face. As you sigh with pleasure at the wonderful sensations emanating from your loins, you...

slide your middle finger into her vagina.

begin licking her clitoris.

Katrina bites her lip. “Are you sure?” she asks.

“Oh yes,” you reply firmly. “Katrina, when my heart stopped, it was very peaceful – I didn’t even feel any pain. I just got dizzy and then blacked out. To die that way while having sex with you ... well, I imagine it won’t be much fun for you. But if you’re willing to help me out that way, it’ll be ever so much better than the alternative.”

Katrina nods. “Well, it might not work, you know,” she says.

“True,” you agree. “And let’s assume it won’t. The spectre of imminent death isn’t exactly the most potent aphrodisiac.”

Katrina smirks. “All right then,” she says. She strips off her uniform, shoes and thong, and climbs on top of you. Your erection has wilted away, but a few strokes from Katrina and the prospect of imminently entering her vagina get you hard again fairly quickly.

Katrina lowers herself on to your cock, and you gasp in pleasure as you feel yourself sliding deep within her. “Oh God,” you murmur. “This is heavenly!”

She starts to ease herself up and down, taking her time. As she increases the speed of her bouncing, you reach up and take hold of her gorgeous breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. “I’m fucking you!” you gasp in wonderment. “I’m actually fucking you! And I feel great!”

Katrina grasps your wrists in her hands. At first you think she wants to pull your hands away from her breasts, but she does nothing of the kind ... and then you realise her fingers are positioned perfectly for checking your pulse. This is a little off-putting, but you do not dwell on it for long. The sensation of your penis thrusting in and out of Katrina’s vagina is beyond pleasurable – the experience is out of this world. With a groan, you climax inside her, pumping your semen up against her cervix.

“Mr Keating, I think this is it – I think your heart’s stopped!” says Katrina urgently.

“It’s okay ... just let me go ... it’s perfect...” you murmur happily. Your vision is beginning to cloud over. Oblivion beckons, but with your last breath you gasp,

“Goodbye, naughty girl...”

“Thank you Katrina...”

You press your fingers against Katrina’s labia, and she giggles. Grinding her pussy against your hand, she continues to dance to the music. Even when you insert a finger, she does not object.

Katrina gyrates with your middle finger in her vagina for a few more moments, then she climbs off the bed and resumes dancing. After the fourth song, she puts her clothes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her thong remains in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

Katrina continues to gyrate for a few more moments, then, to your delight, she reaches between her legs with her right hand and starts to rub her pussy with her fingers.

Watching Katrina masturbate is an absolute joy. You feel like applauding, but you do not want to distract her. Nevertheless, she continues for only a few seconds before she stops, giggling. “I’m a naughty girl, aren’t I?” she says.

“In the best way!” you tell her, as you take a rather explicit photo of her pussy.

Katrina grins, then she climbs off the bed and resumes dancing. After the fourth song, she puts her clothes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her thong remains in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

You push your finger deep into Katrina’s moist vagina, and begin thrusting it in and out as she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you insert another finger alongside the first, and start rubbing her clitoris with your thumb.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you finger-fuck her faster and faster. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina gets dressed. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, pulls down her thong, and climbs on to your bed, completely naked. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her pussy.

You begin licking Katrina’s pussy, running your tongue up the groove from her clitoris to her vagina, and back again. After doing this a few times, you plunge your tongue into her moist hole, swirling it around inside her vagina while she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you return to her clitoris, and start sucking on it as you insert a finger into her vagina.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you suck on and lick her clitoris, and thrust your finger in and out of her. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina gets dressed. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, pulls down her thong, and climbs on to your bed, completely naked. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her pussy.

Your world goes dark, but you dimly hear Katrina saying, “Goodbye Charlie!” before you peacefully slip away.

Katrina stares down at your motionless face, at your half-closed eyes and the slight smile on your lips. Then she starts to cry, her shoulders shaking as she bows her head, making fists with her hands on your chest. Lying down on top of you, she hugs you for a while, feeling your cock softening inside her. Then she climbs off you, and gets to work.

Putting her clothes on, she carefully cleans your penis, then she puts you back into your pyjamas. Switching on your iPad, she deletes all of the photos and videos you have taken of her. At this point, she dries her eyes, then she hurries from the room and reports your death.

After your body has been removed, Ken Cresswell enters the room and looks around casually. Spying your iPad, he says, “Ooh – I’ll have that.” He tucks it under his jersey, and scurries away.

Later, Katrina is chatting with Geoff Binnie in the common room. “I’m sorry about Charlie,” he says. “I know how fond you were of him.”

Katrina nods. “Thank you,” she says. “Yes ... I really was.”

“Now that he’s gone ... will you be going back to wearing scrubs?” asks Geoff.

“Oh no,” says Katrina. “I like showing off my legs too much. But I’ll definitely be getting a longer uniform.”

“Pity,” says Geoff with a sigh.

“Not all that much longer, though,” adds Katrina, with a slight smirk. “I still want my thong to show when I bend over.”

“Good!” says Geoff, chuckling. “And will you still let me ... you know...”

“I suppose so,” replies Katrina with a shrug. “Just give me a little while to mourn, okay?”

“Of course,” says Geoff. He raises his mug of tea. “Well ... here’s to Charlie.”

Katrina raises her own mug. “To Charlie.”

THE END

Your world goes dark, but you dimly hear Katrina saying, “I love you too, Charlie!” before you peacefully slip away.

Katrina stares down at your motionless face, at your half-closed eyes and the slight smile on your lips. Then she starts to cry, her shoulders shaking as she bows her head, making fists with her hands on your chest. Lying down on top of you, she hugs you for a while, feeling your cock softening inside her. Then she climbs off you, and gets to work.

Putting her clothes on, she carefully cleans your penis, then she puts you back into your pyjamas. Switching on your iPad, she deletes all of the photos and videos you have taken of her. At this point, she dries her eyes, then she hurries from the room and reports your death.

After your body has been removed, Ken Cresswell enters the room and looks around casually. Spying your iPad, he says, “Ooh – I’ll have that.” He tucks it under his jersey, and scurries away.

Later, Katrina is chatting with Geoff Binnie in the common room. “I’m sorry about Charlie,” he says. “I know how fond you were of him.”

Katrina nods. “Thank you,” she says. “Yes ... I really was.”

“Now that he’s gone ... will you be going back to wearing scrubs?” asks Geoff.

“Oh no,” says Katrina. “I like showing off my legs too much. But I’ll definitely be getting a longer uniform.”

“Pity,” says Geoff with a sigh. “Will you still let me ... you know...”

“I don’t think so, Mr Binnie,” replies Katrina. “Not for a while, at least.”

“Understandable,” says Geoff, trying not to seem disappointed. He raises his mug of tea. “Well ... here’s to Charlie.”

Katrina raises her own mug. “To Charlie.”

THE END

“Certainly, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile. She unbuttons her uniform, then she takes it off, along with her panties and shoes. Climbing on to your bed, she throws a knee over you and straddles your chest, facing the foot of the bed. Bending down, she takes the head of your cock into her mouth, and begins to suck.

Her pussy is right in front of your face. As you sigh with pleasure at the wonderful sensations emanating from your loins, you...

slide your middle finger into her vagina.

begin licking her clitoris.

You push your finger deep into Katrina’s moist vagina, and begin thrusting it in and out as she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you insert another finger alongside the first, and start rubbing her clitoris with your thumb.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you finger-fuck her faster and faster. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina gets dressed. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, pulls down her thong, and climbs on to your bed, completely naked. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her pussy.

You begin licking Katrina’s pussy, running your tongue up the groove from her clitoris to her vagina, and back again. After doing this a few times, you plunge your tongue into her moist hole, swirling it around inside her vagina while she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you return to her clitoris, and start sucking on it as you insert a finger into her vagina.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you suck on and lick her clitoris, and thrust your finger in and out of her. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina gets dressed. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, pulls down her thong, and climbs on to your bed, completely naked. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her pussy.

Katrina smiles. “I know you do, Mr Keating,” she says. She leans forward, and gently kisses you. Feeling her tongue pressing between your lips, you open your mouth, and the ensuing French kiss lasts for almost a minute.

Finally she pulls away, smiling at you. “That was nice,” she says. “But I’d best get going.”

She climbs down from the bed, and puts her clothes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina arches her back as you begin sucking on her nipple. After a minute or so, she murmurs, “Well don’t neglect the other one...”

You smile, move your lips over to her right breast, and suck as much of it as possible into your mouth, swirling your tongue around her nipple.

“Mmmm,” says Katrina, stroking the back of your head with her hand. But then she stops, and pats your shoulder. “I should go.” As you lift your head from her breast, she stoops and kisses you on the lips.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her clothes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina chuckles as your hand reaches her pussy, and you begin stroking her labia and clitoris with your fingers. “Naughty man,” she murmurs, though she does not try to stop you.

Grinning, you sensuously rub her pussy, and then you reach farther back, slipping one finger into her vagina. Katrina’s eyes close, and her breathing starts to quicken.

But she does not allow herself to get too excited. After just a few moments she reaches down and pushes your hand away. With an apologetic smile, she says, “Well, I’d best be off.” She leans forward and kisses your cheek.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her clothes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. You sigh happily as you notice she is once again wearing her ridiculously short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly, coming over to your bed and laying a hand on your shoulder. She stoops, and kisses you on the lips. “How are you feeling today?”

“Very aroused,” you reply, staring hungrily at her panties.

She giggles. “Would you like to feel me up, then?” she inquires. “Or would you prefer a blowjob?”

You reply,

“Blowjob please!”

“I want to get my hand in those panties.”

Katrina grins naughtily. Throwing back your bedclothes, she removes your bedpan, then she gently pulls out your semi-erect penis out from your pyjama bottoms. “There it is,” she purrs, stroking it to full hardness. She bends down, takes it into her mouth, and begins sucking on it.

It is a wonderful blowjob, and you climax after only a couple of minutes. Katrina swallows every drop, then she tucks your penis away. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, pull her uniform open, and...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Go for it,” she says, stepping closer to the bed.

Reaching out, you lift up the hem of her uniform and slip your fingers into the front of her panties. Pressing your middle finger between her labia, you find she is already moist. Lubricated by her juice, you slide your finger back, and gently insert it into her vagina.

“There you go, Mr Keating,” she murmurs, spreading her feet apart a little. She lets you thrust your finger in and out of her for a couple of minutes, but then she gently lifts your hand out of her panties. “We’ll have more time for this sort of thing later today,” she says.

She carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, pull her uniform open, and...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “That’s it – good boy,” she says affectionately, as she continues to work on your pillows.

You lovingly caress her nipple with your tongue, sucking on her right breast while fondling her left with your right hand. Katrina is done with your pillows now, but she patiently lets you play with her breasts for a minute or so. Eventually, though, she pulls away and refastens her buttons. “Did you have fun there?” she inquires with a smile.

“Very much so!” you reply happily.

“Good,” she says. “Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“Ugh.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your hands close around Katrina’s ample breasts; they feel soft, warm, and deliciously squeezable. Katrina smiles. “Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires, as she continues to fix your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm with an impish grin.

Katrina finally takes a step backward, and refastens her buttons. “Let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“Ugh.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Oh, it’s not that bad,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I was just wondering how things are going with Geoff Binnie.”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

Her right thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your left hand upon it as the two of you figure out clues together. When you start stroking upward, Katrina chuckles, but she does not stop you.

You work your way up to her panties, and start stroking her pussy through the flimsy material. After a minute of this, you slip your fingers behind the elastic waistband, and slide them down to her labia.

“Having fun, Mr Keating?” she inquires, amused.

“Oh yes,” you confirm, as you start stroking her clitoris with your middle finger.

Despite this distraction, the two of you soldier on with the crossword, and manage to finish it in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says, a little breathlessly, as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Julius Caesar.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her pink panties are in full view. As you stare at them, you...

take some upskirt photos with your iPad.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smirks. “Well, he’s now sticking his hand inside my panties every chance he gets. I let him have a little play, if we’re alone – I even let him get a finger inside me. He also likes to take my uniform off, so he can fondle and suck on my boobs. He’s getting more and more blatant about groping me in the common room, too, which is fun, but risky.”

“Excellent,” you say with a chuckle.

“He also wants to watch me do a poo in my panties again,” adds Katrina. “I’ve told him he’ll have to wait.”

You nod. “Thank you,” you say. You certainly want Katrina to keep her bowels as full as possible for you.

She winks at you. “See you later, Mr Keating.” She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and you grab your iPad in preparation for taking photo and video of her dancing.

As the music plays, Katrina twirls and shimmies and twerks, with her pink panties on constant display. Then, during the second song, she performs a little striptease, kicking off her shoes and then undoing her buttons, one at a time. Then she takes her uniform off entirely, and dances in just her panties while you gleefully record her bouncing breasts on video.

As the third song begins, with a mischievous grin, Katrina pulls down her panties, then she climbs up on to your bed. Straddling you with her hands and knees, and facing the foot of the bed, she begins gyrating her naked bottom just a foot or so from your face. You stare wide-eyed at her exposed anus and vaginal opening.

Excitedly, you lick your middle finger,

slip it between her labia, and begin stroking her clitoris.

and gently insert it into her vagina.

Katrina grins. “Absolutely,” she says, and you grab your iPad and quickly start the camera app.

She gets up, kicks off her shoes, them unbuttons and removes her uniform. Now dressed only in her panties, she turns away from you, squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. As you video the event on your iPad, Katrina keeps pushing more and more poo out, until the bulge reaches the size of a large grapefruit.

“Wonderful!” you say happily. Then you add,

“May I touch it?”

“Would you mind posing for a couple more photos?”

“Sure,” says Katrina with a smile. “How do you want me?”

As you direct her through a handful of poses, you bid her unfasten more and more buttons, until her uniform is fully undone. Then you have her take it off, along with her shoes, and you take a few photos of her in just her panties. Then you ask her to remove her panties too ... which she does. You take a couple of tasteful nude shots, then consider how to escalate the eroticism of the poses.

“Now,” you say, “please could you sit on the chair, facing me, and spread your legs apart?”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina spreads her knees apart, so that her thighs form an angle of about sixty degrees.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you lean back,

lift your feet high up, and hold on to the backs of your thighs with your hands?”

and start masturbating?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened, and then she loses the uniform entirely, leaving her in just her panties and shoes. Two rounds later, she has lost those as well.

“We still have a little time,” you remark, grinning at her naked breasts and pussy. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose, you have to...

sit on my face.”

put my poo in your panties.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her pink panties become almost fully revealed, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. You laugh in delight as her white uniform rides up, exposing the whole of her pink panties as well as a couple of inches of her lower back. Then she straightens up, and turns around. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was beautiful!” you say happily.

Smiling, Katrina comes over and hands you the book. “Enjoy,” she says.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform rides up over her bottom, exposing her pink panties all the way up to the waistband. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina smirks. “Well that’s rather a naughty pose, Mr Keating,” she says. “But all right.”

“Wonderful!” you say, zooming in on her explicitly exposed labia and clitoris as she holds her thighs up and apart. “Can you spread your legs a little wider please?”

She chuckles, but obliges, and you take more photos. Then she lowers her legs. “Okay, I think that’s enough,” she says. She gets dressed, then leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina grins. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says. She leans back, closes her eyes, and begins stroking her pussy.

“Fantastic!” you say enthusiastically, as you take more photos.

She laughs, and opens her eyes. “Okay, that’s enough,” she says. She gets dressed, then leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina laughs. “You naughty man!” she says. “But what the heck – deal away!”

You deal hurriedly, hoping for good cards. Fortunately, they are at least better than Katrina’s, and you win the hand. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says with a chuckle. She climbs on to your bed, straddling you with her knees either side of your chest, while you slide down the bed a little in order to lie flatter. Katrina eases her pussy down toward your face, until it is within reach of your tongue.

You begin licking between her labia, running your tongue up and down, from her clitoris to her vagina. She tastes wonderful – you can hardly believe how lucky you are to be licking a young woman’s pussy at your advanced age.

You suck gently on her clit, and then thrust your tongue into her vagina as far as it will go. You are rewarded with some heavy breathing from Katrina, but you realise you are unlikely to bring her to a climax before your tongue gets tired.

Sliding a finger into her vagina, you begin rapidly stroking her g-spot while sucking on her clitoris. Katrina begins moaning, and becomes more and more excited over the next couple of minutes, until she shudders in a powerful orgasm.

“Oh Mr Keating!” she gasps. “That was so good. Thank you!” She climbs down from the bed, and gives you a long, deep French kiss. Then she puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina shudders. “What an idea!” she says. “But what the heck – I’m feeling lucky. Deal away!”

“Okay!” you say excitedly.

You deal the cards, hoping for good ones ... and you get them. “Oh Lordy,” says Katrina, staring in dismay at your winning hand. “Wow. Um ... you want to do it now?”

“No time like the present!” you reply happily. But once Katrina has thrown back the covers and placed a towel beneath your bottom, you find you cannot ‘go’ – you have become too habituated to defecating at a certain time of day.

“Never mind,” says Katrina. “We’ll do it later, okay?”

“Okay,” you say, nodding. “Thank you.”

Katrina gets up. “Well, I’ll be off, then.” She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina grins. “All right,” she says. “I’ll have to put my panties back on, though.”

“Of course,” you reply.

She gets off the bed, puts her panties on, then she climbs back up and straddles you on her hands and knees, facing the foot of the bed. She strains, grunts, and strains again ... and then a small lump appears in the back of her panties. It grows, pushing the material outward, until it reaches the size of an orange. You reach out, cupping the bulge, and you squish it gently against her bottom.

Katrina giggles, then she climbs carefully off the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “I can’t wait to sit down in the car like this,” she says, with a naughty little giggle. “Goodnight, Mr Keating!”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows, and you quickly take her breasts in your hands. Katrina chuckles. “Go on then, Mr Keating,” she says in amusement. “Have a play.”

As she continues to adjust your pillows, you...

slide your right hand down her belly towards her pussy.

lean over a little, and fasten your lips around her left nipple.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She bends down, and kisses you gently on the mouth. Her lips linger there, then her tongue emerges, pushing gently between your lips. You respond in kind, your tongue playing with hers in a sloppy kiss that lasts for over a minute.

Finally, she pulls away. “Sleep well, Mr Keating,” she says, giving you a little wink.

She climbs off the bed and puts her clothes back on, then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

While continuing to massage Katrina’s right breast with your left hand, you run your right hand down her belly to her pussy. You gently cup her labia and clitoris for a moment, then you reach farther back, and slide your middle finger into her vagina.

“Such a naughty man,” murmurs Katrina, but she makes no attempt to stop you. In fact, she closes her eyes and smiles, and you start thrusting your finger in and out of her more vigorously. Her breathing quickens, and you insert another finger.

Katrina utters a little moan of pleasure, and she bends her head down and rests it on your shoulder. You continue rapidly finger-fucking her until she suddenly shudders and moans in her climax.

“Ohh, that was nice,” she gasps. She pants breathlessly for a few moments, then she climbs off the bed. “I need to be getting home. Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

“Goodnight Katrina,” you reply, smiling.

She puts her clothes back on, then leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

As you suck her nipple into your mouth, Katrina giggles. “There’s a good boy,” she says in amusement, and she holds her position, letting you suck and nibble on her breast while she finishes straightening your pillows.

Then she says playfully, “Well don’t ignore the other one, Mr Keating!”

Grinning, you open your mouth as she guides her right breast towards it, and you suck on that nipple for half a minute or so.

Finally Katrina pulls away, and climbs off the bed. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, as she puts her clothes back on. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina soon realises what you are doing, but she merely chuckles and continues with her task as you take photo after photo. Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, enabling you to take an even better photo of her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina giggles, then says, “All right – here goes.” She squats a little, and strains ... and as you stare up at her panties in mounting excitement, a small lump appears. It grows larger and larger, filling out the pink material, until it has become a grapefruit-sized bulge that hangs down well below Katrina’s hem.

“Wonderful!” you whisper.

Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says, a little breathlessly.

“Thank you!” you reply. “May I play with it...?”

She chuckles. “Sure,” she says. “I’ll fetch a towel.” She climbs down from the bed, fetches a towel, and spreads it out over your legs and torso. Then she takes off her uniform and shoes, and climbs back on to the bed in just her poo-filled panties. She gets on all fours, facing the foot of the bed and straddling your legs with her hands and knees. Her bulging panties are well within reach of your hands.

You stare in fascination at the stretched material, sagging under the weight of the faintly visible mass of poo within. Reaching out, you spread out your fingers beneath her panties, and then raise your palm, cupping the bulge and gently pressing it upwards.

Katrina gasps, but says nothing as you slowly ease the bulge back and forth, oscillating it between her buttocks while maintaining a slight pressure. Then you push it a little further forward, between her thighs, squishing it up against her pussy.

“Ohhhh...” Katrina moans, as you begin gently rocking the bulge back and forth. “That feels lovely...”

You continue rubbing the bulge against her pussy, squishing her poo more and more, until chunks of it start falling out on to the towel. Katrina utters little moans of pleasure, and starts undulating her hips as you keep on rubbing her pussy through her panties and poo. Your hand is getting filthy, but you do not mind.

Suddenly Katrina shudders; collapsing on to her elbows, she buries her face into the bedspread and utters a long, muffled groan of ecstasy. You continue rubbing her pussy, though more slowly – by now the poo has been squished so thin that you can feel the contours of her labia through the damp brown material.

“Oh God,” Katrina groans, lifting her head off the bed. “Thank you Mr Keating – that was wonderful.” She carefully climbs off, and then turns and regards the towel. “I’ll just get this cleaned up – and your hand.”

She cleans your hand with tissues and wet wipes, then she puts her uniform and shoes back on, gathers up the corners of the towel, and takes it out of the room.

When she returns, ten minutes later, she grins at you. “Well that was fun,” she says. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Oh yes!” you say fervently.

She laughs. “Good. Anyway I’d better go. See you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. She chuckles, but says nothing.

You work your hand higher and higher, until you reach her panties. You start rubbing her pussy through her panties, and she says, “Having fun down there, are you?”

You grin. “Oh yes,” you reply. Then you work one finger past the edge of her gusset, and sink it deep into her vagina.

But at this point the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says. “Now get your finger out of me, you naughty thing.”

You withdraw your finger from her vagina, and she climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Certainly, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile. She unbuttons her uniform, then she takes it off, along with her panties and shoes. Climbing on to your bed, she throws a knee over you and straddles your chest, facing the foot of the bed. Bending down, she takes the head of your cock into her mouth, and begins to suck.

Her pussy is right in front of your face. As you sigh with pleasure at the wonderful sensations emanating from your loins, you...

slide your middle finger into her vagina.

begin licking her clitoris.

Katrina bites her lip. “Are you sure?” she asks.

“Oh yes,” you reply firmly. “Katrina, when my heart stopped, it was very peaceful – I didn’t even feel any pain. I just got dizzy and then blacked out. To die that way while having sex with you ... well, I imagine it won’t be much fun for you. But if you’re willing to help me out that way, it’ll be ever so much better than the alternative.”

Katrina nods. “Well, it might not work, you know,” she says.

“True,” you agree. “And let’s assume it won’t. The spectre of imminent death isn’t exactly the most potent aphrodisiac.”

Katrina smirks. “All right then,” she says. She strips off her uniform, shoes and panties, and climbs on top of you. Your erection has wilted away, but a few strokes from Katrina and the prospect of imminently entering her vagina get you hard again fairly quickly.

Katrina lowers herself on to your cock, and you gasp in pleasure as you feel yourself sliding deep within her. “Oh God,” you murmur. “This is heavenly!”

She starts to ease herself up and down, taking her time. As she increases the speed of her bouncing, you reach up and take hold of her gorgeous breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. “I’m fucking you!” you gasp in wonderment. “I’m actually fucking you! And I feel great!”

Katrina grasps your wrists in her hands. At first you think she wants to pull your hands away from her breasts, but she does nothing of the kind ... and then you realise her fingers are positioned perfectly for checking your pulse. This is a little off-putting, but you do not dwell on it for long. The sensation of your penis thrusting in and out of Katrina’s vagina is beyond pleasurable – the experience is out of this world. With a groan, you climax inside her, pumping your semen up against her cervix.

“Mr Keating, I think this is it – I think your heart’s stopped!” says Katrina urgently.

“It’s okay ... just let me go ... it’s perfect...” you murmur happily. Your vision is beginning to cloud over. Oblivion beckons, but with your last breath you gasp,

“Goodbye, naughty girl...”

“I love you, Katrina...”

Katrina chuckles. “I’ll get a towel,” she says. She fetches a towel, and spreads it out on the bed, across your lap and torso. Climbing up on to the bed, she straddles your abdomen, her messy panties sagging low over your pelvic region.

Staring happily at Katrina’s breasts, you reach between her legs and take hold of the bulge in her panties. Pulling it toward you, you press it up against her pussy, and begin rubbing it back and forth. Katrina smiles, and her eyes become a little unfocused. As you continue rubbing, her cheeks start turning more pink, and she parts her lips as her breathing quickens.

You squish the poo more firmly against her, sinking your fingers into the fabric of her panties, rapidly stroking her pussy with her own poo. It is hard work, but your efforts are clearly paying off; Katrina has closed her eyes, and she is uttering soft moans of pleasure. She grasps your shoulders with her hands, and leans forward until her forehead is resting against yours.

As her moans increase in volume, you speed up the pace of your rubbing. More and more poo falls out of Katrina’s panties, and the poo between your fingers and her pussy wears thinner and thinner. Soon you can feel her clitoris through the dirty material, but at this point you stop rubbing for a moment. Scooping up a large handful of fallen poo in your right hand, you pull open the front of her panties with your left, then plunge your right hand inside.

You uncurl your fingers, squish the poo against her pussy, and resume rubbing gently, your fingers pressing through the poo to find her clitoris. As Katrina’s moans escalate in pitch, you rub harder and faster, despite the tiredness in your arm.

Katrina’s body suddenly spasms; she shudders and moans loudly, then buries her face in your shoulder to muffle the sound. You continue rubbing while she shudders in orgasmic bliss.

“Ohhh...” moans Katrina, panting heavily. “That was so good...”

You continue to caress her clitoris with your middle finger. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you reply.

She leans forward, plants her lips on yours, and slips her tongue into your mouth. You respond eagerly, twirling your tongue around hers and pushing it deep into her mouth. The French kiss lasts over a minute.

“Wow, thank you!” you gasp, when she finally pulls away.

She giggles. “Now I’d better get us both cleaned up,” she says, gently tugging your hand out of her panties.

Having climbed carefully off the bed, she begins by cleaning your hand with tissues and wet wipes. Then she puts her uniform back on, and pulls it down so that it mostly covers her messy panties. Gathering up the corners of the towel, she folds it into a tidy parcel, then she leaves the room.

Ten minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it again!” she says. “I’m such a naughty girl. I think I deserve another spanking.” She climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

“Sure,” says Katrina with a grin. “How do you want me?”

You think for a moment, then say, “Perhaps you could...

climb up on the bed?”

lie down on the floor, on your side?”

Katrina squeals as you pull her panties down, but she does not attempt to move. You playfully spank each bare buttock in turn, several times, until they have turned quite pink. Then you sink your hand between her thighs, probing her pussy with your middle finger. Finding the moist entrance to her vagina, you gently insert your finger.

“Naughty man,” purrs Katrina. She lets you finger her for about a minute, but then she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, pulls her panties back up, and tugs her uniform down. “Well that was fun,” she says with a grin. “Anyway I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina giggles as she feels your hand slip inside her panties to grasp her buttock. “Is this a spanking or a groping?” she inquires in amusement.

“A bit of both,” you reply, sliding your hand further in. As your fingertips push between her labia, Katrina gasps, but she does not stop you, and even parts her legs a little as you slide one finger into her vagina.

“Naughty man,” she murmurs.

“Naughty girl,” you counter, gently sliding your finger in and out of her.

She lets you finger-fuck her for about a minute, then she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, tugging her uniform down, and grins impishly at you. “That was fun,” she says. “But I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina gasps as you touch her clitoris, but she does not attempt to stop you, and you gently rub her clit as her breathing starts to quicken.

Her arousal grows steadily over the next few minutes, as does the tiredness in your arm. Fortunately, you last a little longer than she does; with a groan of ecstasy, she shudders and buries her face into the bedclothes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed. “Thank you,” she says quietly.

The fourth song is coming to an end. Katrina puts her clothes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina gasps as she feels your finger slide deep into her vagina, but she makes no attempt to stop you. “Mr Keating...” she murmurs.

You slowly ease your finger in and out a few times. Soon Katrina begins to undulate her hips, and to utter soft moans of pleasure.

You introduce another finger, and increase the pace of your thrusting. Katrina’s moans rise in pitch, and you desperately hope you have enough stamina to keep going until she climaxes.

Fortunately, it seems that Katrina is as excited about this situation as you are. Moaning into the bedclothes, she starts bucking back against your hand, trying to get your fingers deeper inside her. Then, to your immense gratification, she stiffens, then shudders, and utters a long, drawn-out moan of sheer ecstasy.

You leave your fingers inside her, slowly stroking her soft inner flesh, for another minute or so. Then she climbs down from the bed, turns around, and gives you a long kiss on the lips. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “That was lovely.”

The fourth song is just finishing. Katrina puts her uniform back on and sits down, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says. She fetches a towel, and lays it on the bed, covering your lap and torso. “Want me on my back again?”

“Yes please!” you reply. You haul yourself into a more upright sitting position, and spread your legs apart.

Katrina climbs up on to the bed, straddles your torso, then carefully lies down in the gap between your legs. With her bulging panties nestling just in front of your crotch, she lifts up her knees and feet, and spreads her thighs wide apart.

You grin as you stare down at Katrina’s full panties. Taking hold of one side of her gusset, you pull it aside, exposing her pussy and vaginal opening, as well as the top of the huge mound of poo. You pull off a small chunk of the poo, and mash it against her clitoris.

“Ohh, Mr Keating,” murmurs Katrina, closing her eyes.

Next, you carefully extract a relatively firm turd from the mass of poo, and press one end of it against the opening of Katrina’s vagina. Her moist orifice expands, and the turd begins to penetrate her.

Katrina shivers, and bites her lip. “Oh god,” she murmurs.

You apply more pressure, and Katrina’s poo slowly sinks into her vagina as she hyperventilates in a mixture of anxiety and arousal. When you can push it no further in, you take another lump, and begin rubbing it against her clitoris.

It does not take her long to climax. Soon she is arching her back, shuddering and moaning in ecstasy. “Ohhh!” she gasps. “That was lovely.” She lies panting for a couple of minutes, while you gently stroke her clitoris, and then she sits up. “Thank you,” she says, and she kisses you on the lips. Her tongue finds yours, and you enjoy another French kiss with her.

Then Katrina carefully climbs off the bed. She cleans your hands thoroughly, then she puts her uniform and shoes back on. “I’d better get to the loo,” she says. “Wish me luck!” She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Fifteen minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it, again!” she says, her eyes shining. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her bottom, clad in clean panties. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She carefully lies down on her side, with her legs bent, and her bottom pointing towards you.

You grin at her bulging panties. “Excellent,” you say, taking a photo. “Now can you raise your left leg up...?”

Katrina chuckles. “Okay,” she says, and she raises her leg up high.

The weight of her poo causes the gusset of her panties to remain in place, so that part of her pussy peeps into view. In delight you take another couple of photos, capturing most of Katrina’s left pussy lip. “Excellent,” you say. “Now, can you rub some of that poo into your pussy?”

“It would be my pleasure,” says Katrina, with a naughty grin. She reaches between her legs, into the gaping leg-hole of her panties, and grabs a chunk of poo. Squishing it against her clitoris, she mashes it around, while tugging the gusset of her panties downward with her other hand, so you can see better. Ecstatically, you take several more photos.

But then Katrina stops. “Okay, I think that’s enough photos,” she says. “I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She gets up carefully, and wipes her hand clean with tissues. Then she puts her clothes back on, grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Five minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Got away with it!” she says. “Nobody saw. I’m such a naughty girl!”

“Very,” you agree, grinning. “I should put you over my knee.”

Katrina laughs as she puts your bedpan back. “Go on then,” she says playfully, and she climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

You push your finger deep into Katrina’s moist vagina, and begin thrusting it in and out as she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you insert another finger alongside the first, and start rubbing her clitoris with your thumb.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you finger-fuck her faster and faster. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina gets dressed. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina comes back in, and closes the door. “I’ll be off home shortly,” she says, unbuttoning her uniform. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her naked breasts and panties as her uniform falls to the floor. While you consider your options, she pulls down her panties, then she climbs on to the bed and straddles you. Licking your lips, you say,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

You begin licking Katrina’s pussy, running your tongue up the groove from her clitoris to her vagina, and back again. After doing this a few times, you plunge your tongue into her moist hole, swirling it around inside her vagina while she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you return to her clitoris, and start sucking on it as you insert a finger into her vagina.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you suck on and lick her clitoris, and thrust your finger in and out of her. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina gets dressed. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina comes back in, and closes the door. “I’ll be off home shortly,” she says, unbuttoning her uniform. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her naked breasts and panties as her uniform falls to the floor. While you consider your options, she pulls down her panties, then she climbs on to the bed and straddles you. Licking your lips, you say,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Your world goes dark, but you dimly hear Katrina saying, “Goodbye Charlie!” before you peacefully slip away.

Katrina stares down at your motionless face, at your half-closed eyes and the slight smile on your lips. Then she starts to cry, her shoulders shaking as she bows her head, making fists with her hands on your chest. Lying down on top of you, she hugs you for a while, feeling your cock softening inside her. Then she climbs off you, and gets to work.

Putting her clothes on, she carefully cleans your penis, then she puts you back into your pyjamas. Switching on your iPad, she deletes all of the photos and videos you have taken of her. At this point, she dries her eyes, then she hurries from the room and reports your death.

After your body has been removed, Ken Cresswell enters the room and looks around casually. Spying your iPad, he says, “Ooh – I’ll have that.” He tucks it under his jersey, and scurries away.

Later, Katrina is chatting with Geoff Binnie in the common room. “I’m sorry about Charlie,” he says. “I know how fond you were of him.”

Katrina nods. “Thank you,” she says. “Yes ... I really was.”

“Now that he’s gone ... will you be going back to wearing scrubs?” asks Geoff.

“Oh no,” says Katrina. “I like showing off my legs too much. But I’ll definitely be getting a longer uniform.”

“Pity,” says Geoff with a sigh.

“Not all that much longer, though,” adds Katrina, with a slight smirk. “I still want my panties to show when I bend over.”

“Good!” says Geoff, chuckling. “And will you still let me ... you know...”

“I suppose so,” replies Katrina with a shrug. “Just give me a little while to mourn, okay?”

“Of course,” says Geoff. He raises his mug of tea. “Well ... here’s to Charlie.”

Katrina raises her own mug. “To Charlie.”

THE END

Your world goes dark, but you dimly hear Katrina saying, “I love you too, Charlie!” before you peacefully slip away.

Katrina stares down at your motionless face, at your half-closed eyes and the slight smile on your lips. Then she starts to cry, her shoulders shaking as she bows her head, making fists with her hands on your chest. Lying down on top of you, she hugs you for a while, feeling your cock softening inside her. Then she climbs off you, and gets to work.

Putting her clothes on, she carefully cleans your penis, then she puts you back into your pyjamas. Switching on your iPad, she deletes all of the photos and videos you have taken of her. At this point, she dries her eyes, then she hurries from the room and reports your death.

After your body has been removed, Ken Cresswell enters the room and looks around casually. Spying your iPad, he says, “Ooh – I’ll have that.” He tucks it under his jersey, and scurries away.

Later, Katrina is chatting with Geoff Binnie in the common room. “I’m sorry about Charlie,” he says. “I know how fond you were of him.”

Katrina nods. “Thank you,” she says. “Yes ... I really was.”

“Now that he’s gone ... will you be going back to wearing scrubs?” asks Geoff.

“Oh no,” says Katrina. “I like showing off my legs too much. But I’ll definitely be getting a longer uniform.”

“Pity,” says Geoff with a sigh. “Will you still let me ... you know...”

“I don’t think so, Mr Binnie,” replies Katrina. “Not for a while, at least.”

“Understandable,” says Geoff, trying not to seem disappointed. He raises his mug of tea. “Well ... here’s to Charlie.”

Katrina raises her own mug. “To Charlie.”

THE END

“Certainly, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile. She unbuttons her uniform, then she takes it off, along with her panties and shoes. Climbing on to your bed, she throws a knee over you and straddles your chest, facing the foot of the bed. Bending down, she takes the head of your cock into her mouth, and begins to suck.

Her pussy is right in front of your face. As you sigh with pleasure at the wonderful sensations emanating from your loins, you...

slide your middle finger into her vagina.

begin licking her clitoris.

You push your finger deep into Katrina’s moist vagina, and begin thrusting it in and out as she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you insert another finger alongside the first, and start rubbing her clitoris with your thumb.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you finger-fuck her faster and faster. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty your bladder into it while Katrina waits patiently. Then you say hopefully, “Are you still willing...?”

“Yes Mr Keating,” she says matter-of-factly. She slips a towel underneath your bottom, and holds your legs in position while you strain.

You push out everything you can. Thanks to your high fibre diet and laxatives, there is quite a lot of it, and Katrina chuckles nervously. “Goodness me,” she says. “And you want me to put all that in my panties?”

“Yes please!” you say excitedly.

“Well,” she says, “if I’m going to have poo in my panties anyway, I suppose I might as well empty my own bowels too. What do you think?”

The thought of Katrina’s panties overflowing with twice as much poo as usual is extremely exciting, and your penis begins to stir back to life. “I think that’s a very good idea!” you tell her.

Katrina grins. “Thought you might.” She turns away from you, squats slightly, and strains. As a bulge forms and then grows in the back of her panties, you grin happily. When it has reached the size of a grapefruit, she turns back to face you. “Now to add your poo...” She hesitates, then sinks her fingers into your pile of poo, grasping a large handful of the foul mess. Then, reaching behind her back, she pulls open her panties with her clean hand, and drops the poo inside.

Having done the same thing with a second handful, she turns her back on you. “How does that look?”

“Incredible!” you say. Her panties are bulging enormously, and sagging so that her buttock cleavage is showing. You can see poo peeking out from both leg-holes, but they are not doing so evenly: the right-hand side is exposed rather more than the left, and is dangling a little precariously. “If you put any more back there, though, you’re likely to lose some out of the bottom.”

Katrina turns around, and bites her lip. “Then I suppose the rest will have to go in the front,” she says.

Your eyes widen. “Excellent idea!” you say.

Katrina picks up the remainder of your poo, holds open the front of her panties, and drops the poo inside. It thuds against her pussy, and she bounces a little, to get it to settle downward. Then, with a shiver, she lets go of the waistband. “There,” she says. “That’s all of it.” She cleans her hand thoroughly, along with your bottom, then she puts her uniform and shoes back on. “I’d better go and get cleaned up.”

You stare happily at her panties, now bulging both in front and at the back. “Good luck!” you say.

“Thanks,” says Katrina. She takes away the full bedpan, and is gone for almost twenty minutes.

When she returns with an empty bedpan, she is looking very troubled. “I got caught!” she wails.

“Uh-oh,” you say, your loins stirring. “By whom? What happened?”

Katrina groans. “I’d made sure the corridor was clear, like I always do,” she says. “But as I was hurrying to the toilet, I heard this gasp behind me. I turned, and there was Avril, who had just come out of the kitchen. She was staring at me like I was some kind of freak. Of course I was horrified, but I just said, ‘Oh hi Avril, I just had a bit of an accident. Must’ve been something I ate.’“

“And what did she say?” you ask, enthralled.

“She said, ‘In the front, too?’“ continues Katrina. “And I didn’t know what to say, so I just replied ‘Um yes, well it sort of spread out a bit.’ And she said ‘Uh-huh,’ like she didn’t believe me. Then I heard ‘Oh my God!’ behind me – and I turned around, and there was Ruth!”

“Oh dear!” you say, getting more and more aroused.

Since you are still uncovered, Katrina notices your growing erection. “You enjoying my tale of misfortune?” she inquires.

“Sorry,” you say, abashed.

Katrina pulls your cock out of your pyjama bottoms, and begins massaging it. “The weird thing was, I was actually a little turned-on myself,” she says. “I’ve actually fantasised about getting caught. The embarrassment, the shame, the public humiliation ... I suppose that’s why I’ve continued to take the risk, day after day. Maybe I was hoping to get caught, on some level.”

“Interesting!” you remark. “So what did you say to Ruth?”

“Well – I should have just run to the bathroom,” says Katrina, still gently wanking your cock. “But being sandwiched between two of my colleagues in that state... Anyway, I said, ‘Oh God, this is so embarrassing!’ And I dropped the bedpan, and put my face in my hands ... you know, so they could see both of the bulges in my panties. And Ruth said, ‘Good heavens, Katrina, I’ve never seen so much poo! Is something wrong with you?” And I said, ‘‘No no, I’m fine – it’s actually not all my poo.’“

“You didn’t!” you exclaim, delighted.

Katrina nods, blushing furiously. “I did!” she says. “Of course, Ruth and Avril were very shocked, and asked what on Earth I meant. And so I started explaining to them that I have this panty-pooping fetish, which you found out about, and so to make you happy I sometimes fill my panties for you. And then, today, I lost a bet and had to put your poo in there too.”

“Wow, Katrina!” you gasp, dumbfounded. “I’m not sure you needed to be quite that honest!”

“But it felt so good to admit it!” says Katrina earnestly. “I was getting so excited! Then Ruth said she was getting very worried about my behaviour, what with showing my panties all the time, letting the old gents get away with groping me, and now the poo thing...”

“Gents?” you echo. “Did she mean me and Geoff? Or is there someone else now?”

Katrina bites her lip nervously. “Well ... now that Geoff is openly groping me in the common room, the other old chaps have got the idea they can do the same. So now they’re all at it, to a greater or lesser extent.”

“And Ruth knows this ... and is tolerating it?” you inquire.

“She’s terrified I’m going to quit!” says Katrina. “She asked me very sincerely if I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and said she couldn’t do without me. And Avril echoed that – she said ‘You’re not going to quit, are you Katrina?’ – and she sounded quite anxious. And I assured them that I was fine, I have no intention of leaving, and that I’d try to keep my panty-pooping habit better concealed in future. And then Ruth hugged me, and said she was glad to hear it ... and then she said I should go and clean up quickly. Which I did.”

“Wow,” you say. “Quite an adventure! Do you think they’ll keep your little secret?”

“Ruth will,” says Katrina. “But Avril’s a dreadful gossip. I suspect everyone will know pretty soon.” She shivers. “Anyway I’d better go.” She bends down and gives your erection a quick kiss, before tucking it back into your pyjamas. She then pulls the bedclothes over your legs, and leaves the room.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina comes back in, and closes the door. “I’ll be off home shortly,” she says, unbuttoning her uniform. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her naked breasts and panties as her uniform falls to the floor. While you consider your options, she pulls down her panties, then she climbs on to the bed and straddles you. Licking your lips, you say,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

You begin licking Katrina’s pussy, running your tongue up the groove from her clitoris to her vagina, and back again. After doing this a few times, you plunge your tongue into her moist hole, swirling it around inside her vagina while she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you return to her clitoris, and start sucking on it as you insert a finger into her vagina.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you suck on and lick her clitoris, and thrust your finger in and out of her. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty your bladder into it while Katrina waits patiently. Then you say hopefully, “Are you still willing...?”

“Yes Mr Keating,” she says matter-of-factly. She slips a towel underneath your bottom, and holds your legs in position while you strain.

You push out everything you can. Thanks to your high fibre diet and laxatives, there is quite a lot of it, and Katrina chuckles nervously. “Goodness me,” she says. “And you want me to put all that in my panties?”

“Yes please!” you say excitedly.

“Well,” she says, “if I’m going to have poo in my panties anyway, I suppose I might as well empty my own bowels too. What do you think?”

The thought of Katrina’s panties overflowing with twice as much poo as usual is extremely exciting, and your penis begins to stir back to life. “I think that’s a very good idea!” you tell her.

Katrina grins. “Thought you might.” She turns away from you, squats slightly, and strains. As a bulge forms and then grows in the back of her panties, you grin happily. When it has reached the size of a grapefruit, she turns back to face you. “Now to add your poo...” She hesitates, then sinks her fingers into your pile of poo, grasping a large handful of the foul mess. Then, reaching behind her back, she pulls open her panties with her clean hand, and drops the poo inside.

Having done the same thing with a second handful, she turns her back on you. “How does that look?”

“Incredible!” you say. Her panties are bulging enormously, and sagging so that her buttock cleavage is showing. You can see poo peeking out from both leg-holes, but they are not doing so evenly: the right-hand side is exposed rather more than the left, and is dangling a little precariously. “If you put any more back there, though, you’re likely to lose some out of the bottom.”

Katrina turns around, and bites her lip. “Then I suppose the rest will have to go in the front,” she says.

Your eyes widen. “Excellent idea!” you say.

Katrina picks up the remainder of your poo, holds open the front of her panties, and drops the poo inside. It thuds against her pussy, and she bounces a little, to get it to settle downward. Then, with a shiver, she lets go of the waistband. “There,” she says. “That’s all of it.” She cleans her hand thoroughly, along with your bottom, then she puts her uniform and shoes back on. “I’d better go and get cleaned up.”

You stare happily at her panties, now bulging both in front and at the back. “Good luck!” you say.

“Thanks,” says Katrina. She takes away the full bedpan, and is gone for almost twenty minutes.

When she returns with an empty bedpan, she is looking very troubled. “I got caught!” she wails.

“Uh-oh,” you say, your loins stirring. “By whom? What happened?”

Katrina groans. “I’d made sure the corridor was clear, like I always do,” she says. “But as I was hurrying to the toilet, I heard this gasp behind me. I turned, and there was Avril, who had just come out of the kitchen. She was staring at me like I was some kind of freak. Of course I was horrified, but I just said, ‘Oh hi Avril, I just had a bit of an accident. Must’ve been something I ate.’“

“And what did she say?” you ask, enthralled.

“She said, ‘In the front, too?’“ continues Katrina. “And I didn’t know what to say, so I just replied ‘Um yes, well it sort of spread out a bit.’ And she said ‘Uh-huh,’ like she didn’t believe me. Then I heard ‘Oh my God!’ behind me – and I turned around, and there was Ruth!”

“Oh dear!” you say, getting more and more aroused.

Since you are still uncovered, Katrina notices your growing erection. “You enjoying my tale of misfortune?” she inquires.

“Sorry,” you say, abashed.

Katrina pulls your cock out of your pyjama bottoms, and begins massaging it. “The weird thing was, I was actually a little turned-on myself,” she says. “I’ve actually fantasised about getting caught. The embarrassment, the shame, the public humiliation ... I suppose that’s why I’ve continued to take the risk, day after day. Maybe I was hoping to get caught, on some level.”

“Interesting!” you remark. “So what did you say to Ruth?”

“Well – I should have just run to the bathroom,” says Katrina, still gently wanking your cock. “But being sandwiched between two of my colleagues in that state... Anyway, I said, ‘Oh God, this is so embarrassing!’ And I dropped the bedpan, and put my face in my hands ... you know, so they could see both of the bulges in my panties. And Ruth said, ‘Good heavens, Katrina, I’ve never seen so much poo! Is something wrong with you?” And I said, ‘‘No no, I’m fine – it’s actually not all my poo.’“

“You didn’t!” you exclaim, delighted.

Katrina nods, blushing furiously. “I did!” she says. “Of course, Ruth and Avril were very shocked, and asked what on Earth I meant. And so I started explaining to them that I have this panty-pooping fetish, which you found out about, and so to make you happy I sometimes fill my panties for you. And then, today, I lost a bet and had to put your poo in there too.”

“Wow, Katrina!” you gasp, dumbfounded. “I’m not sure you needed to be quite that honest!”

“But it felt so good to admit it!” says Katrina earnestly. “I was getting so excited! Then Ruth said she was getting very worried about my behaviour, what with showing my panties all the time, letting the old gents get away with groping me, and now the poo thing...”

“Gents?” you echo. “Did she mean me and Geoff? Or is there someone else now?”

Katrina bites her lip nervously. “Well ... now that Geoff is openly groping me in the common room, the other old chaps have got the idea they can do the same. So now they’re all at it, to a greater or lesser extent.”

“And Ruth knows this ... and is tolerating it?” you inquire.

“She’s terrified I’m going to quit!” says Katrina. “She asked me very sincerely if I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and said she couldn’t do without me. And Avril echoed that – she said ‘You’re not going to quit, are you Katrina?’ – and she sounded quite anxious. And I assured them that I was fine, I have no intention of leaving, and that I’d try to keep my panty-pooping habit better concealed in future. And then Ruth hugged me, and said she was glad to hear it ... and then she said I should go and clean up quickly. Which I did.”

“Wow,” you say. “Quite an adventure! Do you think they’ll keep your little secret?”

“Ruth will,” says Katrina. “But Avril’s a dreadful gossip. I suspect everyone will know pretty soon.” She shivers. “Anyway I’d better go.” She bends down and gives your erection a quick kiss, before tucking it back into your pyjamas. She then pulls the bedclothes over your legs, and leaves the room.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina comes back in, and closes the door. “I’ll be off home shortly,” she says, unbuttoning her uniform. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her naked breasts and panties as her uniform falls to the floor. While you consider your options, she pulls down her panties, then she climbs on to the bed and straddles you. Licking your lips, you say,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. Your eyes widen in delight and astonishment as you see her uniform, which she has butchered so drastically that it now stops an inch short of her navel. “Good grief!” you exclaim.

“You like it?” asks Katrina impishly. She gives you a twirl.

It is a completely ridiculous outfit, but it is also incredibly sexy. Her lacy pink thong, in no danger of being covered up, practically begs for closer inspection. “I love it!” you tell her. “But what do your colleagues think?”

“Scotty said he’s complained to Ian about me,” says Katrina with a shrug. “But I had already called Ian myself, of course, and he said as long as I keep my boobs covered, he’ll let me keep cutting my uniform for as long as you’re here. I told him that once you’re gone, I’ll find another uniform of a decent length ... and you know what he said?”

“What?” you ask.

“He said ‘Not TOO decent, I hope!’“ says Katrina, and she giggles. “So I said to him, ‘What sort of length so you have in mind, Ian?’ And he said, ‘Well I shouldn’t say – and I apologise for my inappropriate comment.’ And I told him not to be silly and he needn’t worry about me complaining about him. And then he said, ‘Well I must admit, I do enjoy seeing those pretty thongs of yours, whenever I’m over there.’ And I said, ‘Noted! But Scotty won’t like that.’ And he said, ‘I’d rather lose Scotty than you.’ Which is nice to know, but I’d rather he didn’t lose either of us; Scotty’s a decent lad and a hard worker. So I’ll probably figure out a compromise length – something Scotty can live with.”

You nod. “In the meantime, you look ... wow.”

“Thank you,” says Katrina, and she giggles again. “So, would you like to have a feel? Or would you prefer a quick blowjob?”

You eagerly reply,

“Blowjob please!”

“I want to get my hand inside that thong.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing what remains of her white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. Then she leans down, and kisses you on the lips. Straightening up, she adds, “How are you feeling today?”

You grin at her fully-exposed thong, and reply, “Getting very aroused, thank you.”

Katrina giggles. “Would you like to have a feel?” she inquires. “Or would you prefer a quick blowjob?”

You eagerly reply,

“Blowjob please!”

“I want to get my hand inside that thong.”

Katrina grins. “Certainly, Mr Keating,” she says. She reaches beneath your top sheet, finds the opening at the front of your pyjama bottoms, and pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Let’s see what we can do with this...” She gently strokes it until it is fully erect, then she takes its tip into her mouth, and begins to suck on it.

“Oh yes, that’s it...” you gasp.

Her lips and tongue work wonders, and it is not long before your rigid cock is pumping semen into the back of Katrina’s mouth. She swallows it all, and keeps sucking, extracting every last drop. Only when you begin to soften in her mouth does she finally pull away.

“That was great,” you pant. “Thank you...”

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her buttons. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Katrina smiles. “Go for it,” she says, stepping closer to the bed.

Reaching out, you slip your fingers into the front of her thong. Pressing your middle finger between her labia, you find she is already moist. Lubricated by her juice, you slide your finger back, and gently insert it into her vagina.

“Yes, that’s it Mr Keating,” she murmurs, spreading her feet apart a little. She lets you thrust your finger in and out of her for a couple of minutes, but then she gently lifts your hand out of her thong. “We’ll have more time for this sort of thing later today,” she says.

She carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and you quickly undo her buttons. Taking hold of both halves of her uniform, you pull it open, and...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers begin massaging Katrina’s breasts, and she chuckles.

“Having fun, Mr Keating?” she inquires, amused, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm, as you gently tweak her nipples between your fingers and thumbs.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up and refastening her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina giggles as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Silly man,” she says, continuing to work on your pillows.

You happily swirl your tongue around her nipple, gently sucking on it, sometimes opening your mouth a little wider to take in more of her breast flesh. Meanwhile, your right hand is squeezing and caressing her left breast.

You are a little surprised by how long Katrina allows this to continue, but eventually she says, “All right, that’s enough.” She takes a step back, and refastens her buttons. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

Her right thigh is temptingly close, and you casually start caressing her thigh as the two of you figure out clues together. Over the next two minutes you stroke higher and higher, until your fingers reach the warm softness of her thong-clad pussy.

At this point, Katrina chuckles. “Having fun?” she inquires.

“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you slip your fingers inside the front of her thong. Since she does not object, you gently stroke her pussy while continuing to work on crossword clues.

Despite the distraction, you and Katrina manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Julius Caesar.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

As you stare up at her skimpy pink thong, you...

grab your iPad, and start taking photos.

say, “How are things going with Geoff Binnie?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smiles warmly at you. “Yes, Mr Keating, I can do that,” she says. She unbuttons her uniform, pulls it off her shoulders, and drops it on the floor behind her. Slipping off her shoes, she pulls down her thong, and steps out of it. Then, as you stare excitedly at her breasts and pussy, she straightens up and says, “Budge up then.”

You eagerly, though a little laboriously, shift your body over to make room for Katrina. She lifts up the top sheet and bedspread, then climbs into bed next to you. Lying down, she says, “All right, Mr Keating, have fun.”

You do not need to be invited twice. Snuggling up against her warm body, you sigh happily as you rest your head against her shoulder, and begin caressing her left breast. After a few moments of this, you slide your hand off her breast, and start caressing your way down her belly.

Katrina chuckles, and she makes no attempt to stop you, even when you reach her pussy. You run your hand over her soft pubic hair, and curl your fingers down between her thighs, cupping her pussy and gently pressing your middle finger into the groove between her labia.

“Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

You gently stroke her pussy, back and forth, rubbing her clitoris. “Oh yes,” you reply. “How about you?”

Katrina smiles, and closes her eyes. Her breathing is beginning to quicken, which you take to be a good sign, so you...

bend your head down, and start sucking on her right nipple.

slip your middle finger into her vagina.

Katrina moans softly as you fasten your lips around her nipple, and begin to suck on it. “There’s a good boy,” she murmurs. She parts her thighs a little, and arches her back, undulating her pelvis as you continue to stroke her.

Over the next couple of minutes, her arousal escalates, and she starts uttering soft moans of pleasure. You increase the speed of your rubbing, and are soon afterward rewarded with a groan of ecstasy from Katrina, as her entire body spasms in orgasmic bliss.

“Goodness, Mr Keating,” she pants. “Thank you so much for that! But I’d better get going.” She climbs out of your bed, and hurriedly puts her clothes back on.

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina gasps, but as you begin gently sliding your finger in and out of her, she parts her legs a bit, and moans softly.

Her vagina is lubricating copiously, and you soon insert another finger. Katrina’s breathing quickens, and she spreads her thighs wide apart. You thrust your fingers in and out of her vagina with increasing speed, caressing her g-spot with as much intensity as your century-old arm muscles can muster.

It is enough. Suddenly Katrina arches her back, shudders, and utters a series of orgasmic moans. You gradually slow down your thrusting, as her body goes limp. “Thank you!” she pants. “That was lovely.” Then she climbs on top of you, plants her lips on yours, and slips her tongue into your mouth.

Delighted, you respond in kind, indulging in a long French kiss with Katrina. Then she pulls away. “I should go,” she says. She climbs out of bed, and puts her clothes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a smile. She puts on some music and begins dancing, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, bending away from you, she begins twerking just a couple of feet from you.

As you video her thong-clad bottom gyrating within groping distance, you grin naughtily, and reach out with your hand. Katrina squeals as she feels your fingertips pressing against the gusset of her thong, and she dances out of reach, giggling.

During the next song, she begins unbuttoning her uniform, teasing you with little flashes of her breasts. Then she takes the uniform off entirely, kicks off her shoes, and dances in just her thong while you excitedly capture her bouncing breasts on video.

Then, with a naughty little giggle, she pulls her thong down, steps out of it, and resumes dancing, now completely naked. “Bravo!” you exclaim excitedly.

Katrina now climbs on to your bed and straddles you with her thighs, kneeling up and gyrating her pelvis in time to the music. You stare in awe at her pussy for a moment, and...

then you reach out to touch it.

wait to see what she does.

“Sure!” says Katrina. “Budge up, then.”

You shift yourself over a bit, and she climbs on to the bed and sits down next to you. Then she pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and with the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch some quality drama.

Her bare thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your hand upon it. Over the next few minutes you casually stroke higher and higher up her leg, until you have reached her thong. Slipping your fingers inside the front, you begin to caress her labia and clitoris with your fingertips. Katrina does not object, so you continue gently stroking her for the rest of the programme.

After half an hour, with a sigh, Katrina says, “Well, I should go.” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After fifteen minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, so she moves on to the buttons on her uniform. It is not long before all of those are undone, and her uniform is lying on the floor behind her chair. Two rounds later, she has lost her shoes and thong as well.

“What now?” she inquires with a smirk.

Staring eagerly at her breasts and pussy, you reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose, you have to...

sit on my face.”

shorten your uniform even more.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then,” she says. “I’ll be right back.”

Two minutes later, she returns with the overbed table and the tiddlywinks box. She slides the base of the table under your bed, so that the tabletop is positioned a few inches above your lap. You open up the box and set up the game, with the red pot in the centre.

The two of you start playing, but it is not long before you overshoot the pot with one of your winks. By the end of the game, a few other winks have been lost in the same manner as the first.

Katrina pulls the table away from the bed. “Time to fetch the wandering winks,” she says. She climbs on to the bed, leans over you, then lies down flat, reaching down with one arm to retrieve the winks.

This means of course that her bottom, mostly exposed thanks to her ultra-short uniform, is rather temptingly positioned right in front of you. Her weight pressing down on your thighs is a little uncomfortable, but you are not about to object. Smiling, you grasp the hem of her uniform, and hike it up to fully expose her buttocks and thong. Then you grasp the sides of the thong, and tug it down to her upper thighs.

Katrina chuckles. “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and play,” she says. As she continues to retrieve winks from the floor, you...

slide your left hand down between her upper thighs.

put your hands on her buttocks, and begin to massage them.

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops slightly in order to retrieve the book you want, and you grin appreciatively at her thong-clad bottom. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. You grin happily at her buttocks, with the narrow strip of pink material between them. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little, and you grin lecherously at her buttocks, and the narrow strip of pink material buried between them. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina laughs. “Naughty!” she says. “Deal away, then!”

You deal hurriedly, hoping for good cards. Fortunately, they are at least better than Katrina’s, and you win the hand. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says with a chuckle. She climbs on to your bed, straddling you with her knees either side of your chest, while you slide down the bed a little in order to lie flatter. Katrina eases her pussy down toward your face, until it is within reach of your tongue.

You begin licking between her labia, running your tongue up and down, from her clitoris to her vagina. She tastes wonderful – you can hardly believe how lucky you are to be licking a young woman’s pussy at your advanced age.

You suck gently on her clit, and then thrust your tongue into her vagina as far as it will go. You are rewarded with some heavy breathing from Katrina, but you realise you are unlikely to bring her to a climax before your tongue gets tired.

Sliding a finger into her vagina, you begin rapidly stroking her g-spot while sucking on her clitoris. Katrina begins moaning, and becomes more and more excited over the next couple of minutes, until she shudders in a powerful orgasm.

“Oh Mr Keating!” she gasps. “That was so good. Thank you!” She climbs down from the bed, and gives you a long, deep French kiss. Then she puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

Katrina laughs. “This still isn’t short enough for you?” she inquires. “Well sure, I suppose I can take some more off. Deal away!”

You excitedly deal the cards, hoping for good ones ... and to your delight, you get them. “Oh gosh,” says Katrina, as you lay down your winning hand. “All right then – I’ll work on it tonight.”

“I can’t wait to see the results!” you say.

Katrina puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

Katrina chuckles as she feels your hand between her legs. “Enjoying yourself back there, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

You rest your fingers against her pussy, then you gently begin to insert your middle finger into her vagina. “Oh, indeed I am,” you say.

As Katrina continues to search for fallen winks, you slowly thrust your finger in and out of her. Soon, however, she pushes herself up on to her hands and knees. “That’s quite enough for now!” she says, a little breathlessly. Her cheeks are rather pink.

“Okay,” you say with a grin.

Katrina dismounts from the bed and tugs her uniform down. “Well I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

Katrina chuckles as you give her bottom a squeeze. “Having fun, Mr Keating!” she inquires.

You grin as you massage her buttocks. “Lots!” you confirm. Then you pry her buttocks apart, and begin to press the tip of your middle finger against her puckered anus.

“Oh my!” Katrina gasps. “A bit of lube please!”

You lean over, and spit a small quantity of saliva between her buttocks. Coating your finger, you slowly ease it through the tight muscle, worming it inside her rectum.

Katrina shivers. “You do take some liberties, Mr Keating!” she says. A moment later, she finishes retrieving the fallen winks, and struggles back on to the bed as your finger pops out of her anus. Dismounting from the other side, she pulls her thong back up, and tugs her uniform down. “Let’s just clean that finger of yours,” she says, and she does so with a wet wipe. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

Katrina smiles. “I know you do, Mr Keating,” she says. She leans forward, and gently kisses you. Feeling her tongue pressing between your lips, you open your mouth, and the ensuing French kiss lasts for almost a minute.

Finally she pulls away, smiling at you. “That was nice,” she says. “But I’d best get going.”

She climbs down from the bed, and puts her clothes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina arches her back as you begin sucking on her nipple. After a minute or so, she murmurs, “Well don’t neglect the other one...”

You smile, move your lips over to her right breast, and suck as much of it as possible into your mouth, swirling your tongue around her nipple.

“Mmmm,” says Katrina, stroking the back of your head with her hand. But then she stops, and pats your shoulder. “I should go.” As you lift your head from her breast, she stoops and kisses you on the lips.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her clothes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina chuckles as your hand reaches her pussy, and you begin stroking her labia and clitoris with your fingers. “Naughty man,” she murmurs, though she does not try to stop you.

Grinning, you sensuously rub her pussy, and then you reach farther back, slipping one finger into her vagina. Katrina’s eyes close, and her breathing starts to quicken.

But she does not allow herself to get too excited. After just a few moments she reaches down and pushes your hand away. With an apologetic smile, she says, “Well, I’d best be off.” She leans forward and kisses your cheek.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her clothes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s thong and buttocks before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink thong. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “Well, he likes to unbutton my uniform and suck on my boobs. He also likes getting his hand inside my thong and fondling my bottom and pussy. I tend to stop him when he tries to stick a finger in me though. He’s also taken to pulling my thong down suddenly in the common room, which all the men think is terribly funny. I give him plenty of opportunities to do that, of course, because I rather enjoy being exposed and acting all shocked.”

“Excellent!” you say, grinning.

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink thong. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. As you reach her thong, she chuckles. “Naughty man,” she says, but she does not stop you, even when you worm one finger past her thong, and slip it into her vagina.

Unfortunately it is not long before the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, lowering your arm.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink thong. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Certainly, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile. She unbuttons her uniform, then she takes it off, along with her thong and shoes. Climbing on to your bed, she throws a knee over you and straddles your chest, facing the foot of the bed. Bending down, she takes the head of your cock into her mouth, and begins to suck.

Her pussy is right in front of your face. As you sigh with pleasure at the wonderful sensations emanating from your loins, you...

slide your middle finger into her vagina.

begin licking her clitoris.

Katrina bites her lip. “Are you sure?” she asks.

“Oh yes,” you reply firmly. “Katrina, when my heart stopped, it was very peaceful – I didn’t even feel any pain. I just got dizzy and then blacked out. To die that way while having sex with you ... well, I imagine it won’t be much fun for you. But if you’re willing to help me out that way, it’ll be ever so much better than the alternative.”

Katrina nods. “Well, it might not work, you know,” she says.

“True,” you agree. “And let’s assume it won’t. The spectre of imminent death isn’t exactly the most potent aphrodisiac.”

Katrina smirks. “All right then,” she says. She strips off her uniform, shoes and thong, and climbs on top of you. Your erection has wilted away, but a few strokes from Katrina and the prospect of imminently entering her vagina get you hard again fairly quickly.

Katrina lowers herself on to your cock, and you gasp in pleasure as you feel yourself sliding deep within her. “Oh God,” you murmur. “This is heavenly!”

She starts to ease herself up and down, taking her time. As she increases the speed of her bouncing, you reach up and take hold of her gorgeous breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. “I’m fucking you!” you gasp in wonderment. “I’m actually fucking you! And I feel great!”

Katrina grasps your wrists in her hands. At first you think she wants to pull your hands away from her breasts, but she does nothing of the kind ... and then you realise her fingers are positioned perfectly for checking your pulse. This is a little off-putting, but you do not dwell on it for long. The sensation of your penis thrusting in and out of Katrina’s vagina is beyond pleasurable – the experience is out of this world. With a groan, you climax inside her, pumping your semen up against her cervix.

“Mr Keating, I think this is it – I think your heart’s stopped!” says Katrina urgently.

“It’s okay ... just let me go ... it’s perfect...” you murmur happily. Your vision is beginning to cloud over. Oblivion beckons, but with your last breath you gasp,

“Goodbye, naughty girl...”

“Thank you Katrina...”

You press your fingers against Katrina’s labia, and she giggles. Grinding her pussy against your hand, she continues to dance to the music. Even when you insert a finger, she does not object.

Katrina gyrates with your middle finger in her vagina for a few more moments, then she climbs off the bed and resumes dancing. After the fourth song, she puts her clothes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her thong remains in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

Katrina continues to gyrate for a few more moments, then, to your delight, she reaches between her legs with her right hand and starts to rub her pussy with her fingers.

Watching Katrina masturbate is an absolute joy. You feel like applauding, but you do not want to distract her. Nevertheless, she continues for only a few seconds before she stops, giggling. “I’m a naughty girl, aren’t I?” she says.

“In the best way!” you tell her, as you take a rather explicit photo of her pussy.

Katrina grins, then she climbs off the bed and resumes dancing. After the fourth song, she puts her clothes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her thong remains in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

You push your finger deep into Katrina’s moist vagina, and begin thrusting it in and out as she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you insert another finger alongside the first, and start rubbing her clitoris with your thumb.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you finger-fuck her faster and faster. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, pulls down her thong, and climbs on to your bed, completely naked. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her pussy.

You begin licking Katrina’s pussy, running your tongue up the groove from her clitoris to her vagina, and back again. After doing this a few times, you plunge your tongue into her moist hole, swirling it around inside her vagina while she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you return to her clitoris, and start sucking on it as you insert a finger into her vagina.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you suck on and lick her clitoris, and thrust your finger in and out of her. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, pulls down her thong, and climbs on to your bed, completely naked. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her pussy.

Your world goes dark, but you dimly hear Katrina saying, “Goodbye Charlie!” before you peacefully slip away.

Katrina stares down at your motionless face, at your half-closed eyes and the slight smile on your lips. Then she starts to cry, her shoulders shaking as she bows her head, making fists with her hands on your chest. Lying down on top of you, she hugs you for a while, feeling your cock softening inside her. Then she climbs off you, and gets to work.

Putting her clothes on, she carefully cleans your penis, then she puts you back into your pyjamas. Switching on your iPad, she deletes all of the photos and videos you have taken of her. At this point, she dries her eyes, then she hurries from the room and reports your death.

After your body has been removed, Ken Cresswell enters the room and looks around casually. Spying your iPad, he says, “Ooh – I’ll have that.” He tucks it under his jersey, and scurries away.

Later, Katrina is chatting with Geoff Binnie in the common room. “I’m sorry about Charlie,” he says. “I know how fond you were of him.”

Katrina nods. “Thank you,” she says. “Yes ... I really was.”

“Now that he’s gone ... will you be going back to wearing scrubs?” asks Geoff.

“Oh no,” says Katrina. “I’ve become quite accustomed to showing off my thong, and I don’t want to cover it up again. At least not fully. But I still have to negotiate with Scotty.”

“Good luck with that,” says Geoff with a chuckle. “And will you still let me ... you know...”

“Sure,” replies Katrina with a slightly stiff smile. “I’ll come to your room later, okay?”

“I shall look forward to it,” says Geoff. He raises his mug of tea. “Well ... here’s to Charlie.”

Katrina raises her own mug. “To Charlie.”

THE END

Your world goes dark, but you dimly hear Katrina saying, “I love you too, Charlie!” before you peacefully slip away.

Katrina stares down at your motionless face, at your half-closed eyes and the slight smile on your lips. Then she starts to cry, her shoulders shaking as she bows her head, making fists with her hands on your chest. Lying down on top of you, she hugs you for a while, feeling your cock softening inside her. Then she climbs off you, and gets to work.

Putting her clothes on, she carefully cleans your penis, then she puts you back into your pyjamas. Switching on your iPad, she deletes all of the photos and videos you have taken of her. At this point, she dries her eyes, then she hurries from the room and reports your death.

After your body has been removed, Ken Cresswell enters the room and looks around casually. Spying your iPad, he says, “Ooh – I’ll have that.” He tucks it under his jersey, and scurries away.

Later, Katrina is chatting with Geoff Binnie in the common room. “I’m sorry about Charlie,” he says. “I know how fond you were of him.”

Katrina nods. “Thank you,” she says. “Yes ... I really was.”

“Now that he’s gone ... will you be going back to wearing scrubs?” asks Geoff.

“Oh no,” says Katrina. “I’ve become quite accustomed to showing off my thong, and I don’t want to cover it up again. At least not fully. But I still have to negotiate with Scotty.”

“Good luck with that,” says Geoff with a chuckle. “And will you still let me ... you know...”

“I suppose so,” replies Katrina. “Just give me a little while to mourn, okay?”

“Of course,” says Geoff, nodding. He raises his mug of tea. “Well ... here’s to Charlie.”

Katrina raises her own mug. “To Charlie.”

THE END

“Certainly, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile. She unbuttons her uniform, then she takes it off, along with her panties and shoes. Climbing on to your bed, she throws a knee over you and straddles your chest, facing the foot of the bed. Bending down, she takes the head of your cock into her mouth, and begins to suck.

Her pussy is right in front of your face. As you sigh with pleasure at the wonderful sensations emanating from your loins, you...

slide your middle finger into her vagina.

begin licking her clitoris.

You push your finger deep into Katrina’s moist vagina, and begin thrusting it in and out as she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you insert another finger alongside the first, and start rubbing her clitoris with your thumb.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you finger-fuck her faster and faster. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, pulls down her thong, and climbs on to your bed, completely naked. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her pussy.

You begin licking Katrina’s pussy, running your tongue up the groove from her clitoris to her vagina, and back again. After doing this a few times, you plunge your tongue into her moist hole, swirling it around inside her vagina while she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you return to her clitoris, and start sucking on it as you insert a finger into her vagina.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you suck on and lick her clitoris, and thrust your finger in and out of her. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, undoing the buttons on her uniform. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, pulls down her thong, and climbs on to your bed, completely naked. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her pussy.

Katrina smiles. “I know you do, Mr Keating,” she says. She leans forward, and gently kisses you. Feeling her tongue pressing between your lips, you open your mouth, and the ensuing French kiss lasts for almost a minute.

Finally she pulls away, smiling at you. “That was nice,” she says. “But I’d best get going.”

She climbs down from the bed, and puts her clothes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina arches her back as you begin sucking on her nipple. After a minute or so, she murmurs, “Well don’t neglect the other one...”

You smile, move your lips over to her right breast, and suck as much of it as possible into your mouth, swirling your tongue around her nipple.

“Mmmm,” says Katrina, stroking the back of your head with her hand. But then she stops, and pats your shoulder. “I should go.” As you lift your head from her breast, she stoops and kisses you on the lips.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her clothes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina chuckles as your hand reaches her pussy, and you begin stroking her labia and clitoris with your fingers. “Naughty man,” she murmurs, though she does not try to stop you.

Grinning, you sensuously rub her pussy, and then you reach farther back, slipping one finger into her vagina. Katrina’s eyes close, and her breathing starts to quicken.

But she does not allow herself to get too excited. After just a few moments she reaches down and pushes your hand away. With an apologetic smile, she says, “Well, I’d best be off.” She leans forward and kisses your cheek.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her clothes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. You sigh happily as you notice she is once again wearing her ridiculously short white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly, coming over to your bed and laying a hand on your shoulder. She stoops, and kisses you on the lips. “How are you feeling today?”

“Very aroused,” you reply, staring hungrily at her panties.

She giggles. “Would you like to feel me up, then?” she inquires. “Or would you prefer a blowjob?”

You reply,

“Blowjob please!”

“I want to get my hand in those panties.”

Katrina grins naughtily. Throwing back your bedclothes, she removes your bedpan, then she gently pulls out your semi-erect penis out from your pyjama bottoms. “There it is,” she purrs, stroking it to full hardness. She bends down, takes it into her mouth, and begins sucking on it.

It is a wonderful blowjob, and you climax after only a couple of minutes. Katrina swallows every drop, then she tucks your penis away. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, pull her uniform open, and...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles. “Go for it,” she says, stepping closer to the bed.

Reaching out, you lift up the hem of her uniform and slip your fingers into the front of her panties. Pressing your middle finger between her labia, you find she is already moist. Lubricated by her juice, you slide your finger back, and gently insert it into her vagina.

“There you go, Mr Keating,” she murmurs, spreading her feet apart a little. She lets you thrust your finger in and out of her for a couple of minutes, but then she gently lifts your hand out of her panties. “We’ll have more time for this sort of thing later today,” she says.

She carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says. She leans over you and begins to straighten your pillows, which brings her chest to within a few inches of your face. You quickly undo her top three buttons, pull her uniform open, and...

fasten your lips around her right nipple.

grab hold of her breasts.

Katrina smiles as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “That’s it – good boy,” she says affectionately, as she continues to work on your pillows.

You lovingly caress her nipple with your tongue, sucking on her right breast while fondling her left with your right hand. Katrina is done with your pillows now, but she patiently lets you play with her breasts for a minute or so. Eventually, though, she pulls away and refastens her buttons. “Did you have fun there?” she inquires with a smile.

“Very much so!” you reply happily.

“Good,” she says. “Now let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“Ugh.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Your hands close around Katrina’s ample breasts; they feel soft, warm, and deliciously squeezable. Katrina smiles. “Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires, as she continues to fix your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm with an impish grin.

Katrina finally takes a step backward, and refastens her buttons. “Let me just take your bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You sigh at the familiar sight of soggy cereal and cold toast. With a slight grimace, you say,

“Ugh.”

“Thanks Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Oh, it’s not that bad,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. You are happy to see that co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that allows you a short, but very clear, look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile as she recrosses her legs.

“I’m well, thank you Katie,” you reply. “As always, you’re very kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Let’s see, you’ve got your TV, your paper, your iPad – plenty to keep you busy. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos on your iPad. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

It is not long before Katrina appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I was just wondering how things are going with Geoff Binnie.”

You turn over your paper and start reading news articles. They mostly do not make for exciting reading, but they keep you occupied until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

Her right thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your left hand upon it as the two of you figure out clues together. When you start stroking upward, Katrina chuckles, but she does not stop you.

You work your way up to her panties, and start stroking her pussy through the flimsy material. After a minute of this, you slip your fingers behind the elastic waistband, and slide them down to her labia.

“Having fun, Mr Keating?” she inquires, amused.

“Oh yes,” you confirm, as you start stroking her clitoris with your middle finger.

Despite this distraction, the two of you soldier on with the crossword, and manage to finish it in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says, a little breathlessly, as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely. Regarding the button that is your means of summoning Katrina, you...

press it.

resist the urge to press it.

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Julius Caesar.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

Her uniform is so short that her pink panties are in full view. As you stare at them, you...

take some upskirt photos with your iPad.

say, “How about doing a nice big poo in those panties?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smirks. “Well, he sticks his hand inside my panties every chance he gets, of course. I let him finger me, even if we’re in the common room – everyone knows I’m a dirty girl by now, so there doesn’t seem much point in being discreet. Sometimes he even pulls my thong down in front of everyone. The other men have all got in on the act, too – already today I’ve been fingered more times than I can count.”

“Excellent,” you say with a grin.

“He says he can’t wait to watch me do a poo in my panties again,” adds Katrina. “I’ve told him he’ll have to be patient.”

You nod. “Thank you,” you say. You certainly want Katrina to keep her bowels as full as possible for you.

She winks at you. “See you later, Mr Keating.” She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a grin, and you grab your iPad in preparation for taking photo and video of her dancing.

As the music plays, Katrina twirls and shimmies and twerks, with her pink panties on constant display. Then, during the second song, she performs a little striptease, kicking off her shoes and then undoing her buttons, one at a time. Then she takes her uniform off entirely, and dances in just her panties while you gleefully record her bouncing breasts on video.

As the third song begins, with a mischievous grin, Katrina says, “Want to see me dance with poo in my panties, Mr Keating?”

You chuckle, and reply,

“Not right now – I just want to see you naked!”

“Yes please!”

Katrina grins. “Absolutely,” she says, and you grab your iPad and quickly start the camera app.

She gets up, kicks off her shoes, them unbuttons and removes her uniform. Now dressed only in her panties, she turns away from you, squats slightly, then strains. After a few moments, a small lump appears in the seat of her panties; as you watch, it grows larger and larger, gradually filling out the flimsy pink garment in all directions. As you video the event on your iPad, Katrina keeps pushing more and more poo out, until the bulge reaches the size of a large grapefruit.

“Wonderful!” you say happily. Then you add,

“May I touch it?”

“Would you mind posing for a couple more photos?”

“Sure,” says Katrina with a smile. “How do you want me?”

As you direct her through a handful of poses, you bid her unfasten more and more buttons, until her uniform is fully undone. Then you have her take it off, along with her shoes, and you take a few photos of her in just her panties. Then you ask her to remove her panties too ... which she does. You take a couple of tasteful nude shots, then consider how to escalate the eroticism of the poses.

“Now,” you say, “please could you sit on the chair, facing me, and spread your legs apart?”

Sitting down on the chair, Katrina spreads her knees apart, so that her thighs form an angle of about sixty degrees.

“Very nice!” you say, taking another photo. “Now could you lean back,

lift your feet high up, and hold on to the backs of your thighs with your hands?”

and start masturbating?”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

Since you have learned to spot when Katrina is bluffing, you use this knowledge to your advantage. After twenty minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, and she begins betting with those on her uniform. Soon enough, all of these are unfastened, and then she loses the uniform entirely, leaving her in just her panties and shoes. Two rounds later, she has lost those as well.

“We still have a little time,” you remark, grinning at her naked breasts and pussy. “How about we play another hand, and if you lose, you have to...

sit on my face.”

put my poo in your panties again.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops only slightly in order to retrieve the book you want. Even so, her pink panties become almost fully revealed, and you grin appreciatively. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. You laugh in delight as her white uniform rides up, exposing the whole of her pink panties as well as a couple of inches of her lower back. Then she straightens up, and turns around. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was beautiful!” you say happily.

Smiling, Katrina comes over and hands you the book. “Enjoy,” she says.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little in order to retrieve the book you want. Her white uniform rides up over her bottom, exposing her pink panties all the way up to the waistband. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina smirks. “Well that’s rather a naughty pose, Mr Keating,” she says. “But all right.”

“Wonderful!” you say, zooming in on her explicitly exposed labia and clitoris as she holds her thighs up and apart. “Can you spread your legs a little wider please?”

She chuckles, but obliges, and you take more photos. Then she lowers her legs. “Okay, I think that’s enough,” she says. She gets dressed, then leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina grins. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says. She leans back, closes her eyes, and begins stroking her pussy.

“Fantastic!” you say enthusiastically, as you take more photos.

She laughs, and opens her eyes. “Okay, that’s enough,” she says. She gets dressed, then leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina laughs. “You naughty man!” she says. “But what the heck – deal away!”

You deal hurriedly, hoping for good cards. Fortunately, they are at least better than Katrina’s, and you win the hand. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says with a chuckle. She climbs on to your bed, straddling you with her knees either side of your chest, while you slide down the bed a little in order to lie flatter. Katrina eases her pussy down toward your face, until it is within reach of your tongue.

You begin licking between her labia, running your tongue up and down, from her clitoris to her vagina. She tastes wonderful – you can hardly believe how lucky you are to be licking a young woman’s pussy at your advanced age.

You suck gently on her clit, and then thrust your tongue into her vagina as far as it will go. You are rewarded with some heavy breathing from Katrina, but you realise you are unlikely to bring her to a climax before your tongue gets tired.

Sliding a finger into her vagina, you begin rapidly stroking her g-spot while sucking on her clitoris. Katrina begins moaning, and becomes more and more excited over the next couple of minutes, until she shudders in a powerful orgasm.

“Oh Mr Keating!” she gasps. “That was so good. Thank you!” She climbs down from the bed, and gives you a long, deep French kiss. Then she puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina shudders. “All right,” she says.

“Excellent!” you say excitedly.

You deal the cards, hoping for good ones ... and you get them. “Oh dear,” says Katrina, staring nervously at your winning hand. “Can you even do one now?”

“I don’t think so,” you admit, after trying an experimental push.

“Never mind,” says Katrina. “We’ll do it later, okay?”

“Okay,” you say, nodding. “Thank you.”

Katrina gets up. “Well, I’ll be off, then.” She puts her clothes back on, and buttons up her uniform. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina grins. “All right,” she says. “I’ll have to put my panties back on, though.”

“Of course,” you reply.

She gets off the bed, puts her panties on, then she climbs back up and straddles you on her hands and knees, facing the foot of the bed. She strains, grunts, and strains again ... and then a small lump appears in the back of her panties. It grows, pushing the material outward, until it reaches the size of an orange. You reach out, cupping the bulge, and you squish it gently against her bottom.

Katrina giggles, then she climbs carefully off the bed, and puts her uniform and shoes back on. “I can’t wait to sit down in the car like this,” she says, with a naughty little giggle. “Goodnight, Mr Keating!”

She leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

“Sure!” says Katrina. She leans over you to grab the sides of your pillows, and you quickly take her breasts in your hands. Katrina chuckles. “Go on then, Mr Keating,” she says in amusement. “Have a play.”

As she continues to adjust your pillows, you...

slide your right hand down her belly towards her pussy.

lean over a little, and fasten your lips around her left nipple.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says affectionately. She bends down, and kisses you gently on the mouth. Her lips linger there, then her tongue emerges, pushing gently between your lips. You respond in kind, your tongue playing with hers in a sloppy kiss that lasts for over a minute.

Finally, she pulls away. “Sleep well, Mr Keating,” she says, giving you a little wink.

She climbs off the bed and puts her clothes back on, then she leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

While continuing to massage Katrina’s right breast with your left hand, you run your right hand down her belly to her pussy. You gently cup her labia and clitoris for a moment, then you reach farther back, and slide your middle finger into her vagina.

“Such a naughty man,” murmurs Katrina, but she makes no attempt to stop you. In fact, she closes her eyes and smiles, and you start thrusting your finger in and out of her more vigorously. Her breathing quickens, and you insert another finger.

Katrina utters a little moan of pleasure, and she bends her head down and rests it on your shoulder. You continue rapidly finger-fucking her until she suddenly shudders and moans in her climax.

“Ohh, that was nice,” she gasps. She pants breathlessly for a few moments, then she climbs off the bed. “I need to be getting home. Goodnight, Mr Keating.”

“Goodnight Katrina,” you reply, smiling.

She puts her clothes back on, then leaves, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

As you suck her nipple into your mouth, Katrina giggles. “There’s a good boy,” she says in amusement, and she holds her position, letting you suck and nibble on her breast while she finishes straightening your pillows.

Then she says playfully, “Well don’t ignore the other one, Mr Keating!”

Grinning, you open your mouth as she guides her right breast towards it, and you suck on that nipple for half a minute or so.

Finally Katrina pulls away, and climbs off the bed. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, as she puts her clothes back on. “Have a good night, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina soon realises what you are doing, but she merely chuckles and continues with her task as you take photo after photo. Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, enabling you to take an even better photo of her pink panties. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

Katrina giggles, then says, “All right – here goes.” She squats a little, and strains ... and as you stare up at her panties in mounting excitement, a small lump appears. It grows larger and larger, filling out the pink material, until it has become a grapefruit-sized bulge that hangs down well below Katrina’s hem.

“Wonderful!” you whisper.

Katrina turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says, a little breathlessly.

“Thank you!” you reply. “May I play with it...?”

She chuckles. “Sure,” she says. “I’ll fetch a towel.” She climbs down from the bed, fetches a towel, and spreads it out over your legs and torso. Then she takes off her uniform and shoes, and climbs back on to the bed in just her poo-filled panties. She gets on all fours, facing the foot of the bed and straddling your legs with her hands and knees. Her bulging panties are well within reach of your hands.

You stare in fascination at the stretched material, sagging under the weight of the faintly visible mass of poo within. Reaching out, you spread out your fingers beneath her panties, and then raise your palm, cupping the bulge and gently pressing it upwards.

Katrina gasps, but says nothing as you slowly ease the bulge back and forth, oscillating it between her buttocks while maintaining a slight pressure. Then you push it a little further forward, between her thighs, squishing it up against her pussy.

“Ohhhh...” Katrina moans, as you begin gently rocking the bulge back and forth. “That feels lovely...”

You continue rubbing the bulge against her pussy, squishing her poo more and more, until chunks of it start falling out on to the towel. Katrina utters little moans of pleasure, and starts undulating her hips as you keep on rubbing her pussy through her panties and poo. Your hand is getting filthy, but you do not mind.

Suddenly Katrina shudders; collapsing on to her elbows, she buries her face into the bedspread and utters a long, muffled groan of ecstasy. You continue rubbing her pussy, though more slowly – by now the poo has been squished so thin that you can feel the contours of her labia through the damp brown material.

“Oh God,” Katrina groans, lifting her head off the bed. “Thank you Mr Keating – that was wonderful.” She carefully climbs off, and then turns and regards the towel. “I’ll just get this cleaned up – and your hand.”

She cleans your hand with tissues and wet wipes, then she puts her uniform and shoes back on, gathers up the corners of the towel, and takes it out of the room.

When she returns, ten minutes later, she grins at you. “Well that was fun,” she says. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Oh yes!” you say fervently.

She laughs. “Good. Anyway I’d better go. See you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. She chuckles, but says nothing.

You work your hand higher and higher, until you reach her panties. You start rubbing her pussy through her panties, and she says, “Having fun down there, are you?”

You grin. “Oh yes,” you reply. Then you work one finger past the edge of her gusset, and sink it deep into her vagina.

But at this point the blinds come loose, and she finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says. “Now get your finger out of me, you naughty thing.”

You withdraw your finger from her vagina, and she climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you pick up your iPad and entertain yourself with YouTube videos.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

see you do another poo in your panties.”

do a little photo shoot.”

play a little game of poker.”

“Certainly, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile. She unbuttons her uniform, then she takes it off, along with her panties and shoes. Climbing on to your bed, she throws a knee over you and straddles your chest, facing the foot of the bed. Bending down, she takes the head of your cock into her mouth, and begins to suck.

Her pussy is right in front of your face. As you sigh with pleasure at the wonderful sensations emanating from your loins, you...

slide your middle finger into her vagina.

begin licking her clitoris.

Katrina bites her lip. “Are you sure?” she asks.

“Oh yes,” you reply firmly. “Katrina, when my heart stopped, it was very peaceful – I didn’t even feel any pain. I just got dizzy and then blacked out. To die that way while having sex with you ... well, I imagine it won’t be much fun for you. But if you’re willing to help me out that way, it’ll be ever so much better than the alternative.”

Katrina nods. “Well, it might not work, you know,” she says.

“True,” you agree. “And let’s assume it won’t. The spectre of imminent death isn’t exactly the most potent aphrodisiac.”

Katrina smirks. “All right then,” she says. She strips off her uniform, shoes and panties, and climbs on top of you. Your erection has wilted away, but a few strokes from Katrina and the prospect of imminently entering her vagina get you hard again fairly quickly.

Katrina lowers herself on to your cock, and you gasp in pleasure as you feel yourself sliding deep within her. “Oh God,” you murmur. “This is heavenly!”

She starts to ease herself up and down, taking her time. As she increases the speed of her bouncing, you reach up and take hold of her gorgeous breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. “I’m fucking you!” you gasp in wonderment. “I’m actually fucking you! And I feel great!”

Katrina grasps your wrists in her hands. At first you think she wants to pull your hands away from her breasts, but she does nothing of the kind ... and then you realise her fingers are positioned perfectly for checking your pulse. This is a little off-putting, but you do not dwell on it for long. The sensation of your penis thrusting in and out of Katrina’s vagina is beyond pleasurable – the experience is out of this world. With a groan, you climax inside her, pumping your semen up against her cervix.

“Mr Keating, I think this is it – I think your heart’s stopped!” says Katrina urgently.

“It’s okay ... just let me go ... it’s perfect...” you murmur happily. Your vision is beginning to cloud over. Oblivion beckons, but with your last breath you gasp,

“Goodbye, naughty girl...”

“I love you, Katrina...”

Katrina chuckles. “I’ll get a towel,” she says. She fetches a towel, and spreads it out on the bed, across your lap and torso. Climbing up on to the bed, she straddles your abdomen, her messy panties sagging low over your pelvic region.

Staring happily at Katrina’s breasts, you reach between her legs and take hold of the bulge in her panties. Pulling it toward you, you press it up against her pussy, and begin rubbing it back and forth. Katrina smiles, and her eyes become a little unfocused. As you continue rubbing, her cheeks start turning more pink, and she parts her lips as her breathing quickens.

You squish the poo more firmly against her, sinking your fingers into the fabric of her panties, rapidly stroking her pussy with her own poo. It is hard work, but your efforts are clearly paying off; Katrina has closed her eyes, and she is uttering soft moans of pleasure. She grasps your shoulders with her hands, and leans forward until her forehead is resting against yours.

As her moans increase in volume, you speed up the pace of your rubbing. More and more poo falls out of Katrina’s panties, and the poo between your fingers and her pussy wears thinner and thinner. Soon you can feel her clitoris through the dirty material, but at this point you stop rubbing for a moment. Scooping up a large handful of fallen poo in your right hand, you pull open the front of her panties with your left, then plunge your right hand inside.

You uncurl your fingers, squish the poo against her pussy, and resume rubbing gently, your fingers pressing through the poo to find her clitoris. As Katrina’s moans escalate in pitch, you rub harder and faster, despite the tiredness in your arm.

Katrina’s body suddenly spasms; she shudders and moans loudly, then buries her face in your shoulder to muffle the sound. You continue rubbing while she shudders in orgasmic bliss.

“Ohhh...” moans Katrina, panting heavily. “That was so good...”

You continue to caress her clitoris with your middle finger. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you reply.

She leans forward, plants her lips on yours, and slips her tongue into your mouth. You respond eagerly, twirling your tongue around hers and pushing it deep into her mouth. The French kiss lasts over a minute.

“Wow, thank you!” you gasp, when she finally pulls away.

She giggles. “Now I’d better get us both cleaned up,” she says, gently tugging your hand out of her panties.

Having climbed carefully off the bed, she begins by cleaning your hand with tissues and wet wipes. Then she puts her uniform back on, and pulls it down so that it mostly covers her messy panties. Gathering up the corners of the towel, she folds it into a tidy parcel, then she leaves the room.

Ten minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Well, I was spotted,” she says. “But I don’t care! I’m such a naughty girl. I think I deserve another spanking.” She climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

“Sure,” says Katrina with a grin. “How do you want me?”

You think for a moment, then say, “Perhaps you could...

climb up on the bed?”

lie down on the floor, on your side?”

Katrina giggles as you pull her panties down. You playfully spank each bare buttock in turn, several times, until they have turned quite pink. Then you sink your hand between her thighs, probing her pussy with your middle finger. Finding the moist entrance to her vagina, you gently insert your finger.

“Naughty man,” purrs Katrina. She lets you finger her for about a minute, but then she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, pulls her panties back up, and tugs her uniform down. “Well that was fun,” she says with a grin. “Anyway I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina giggles as she feels your hand slip inside her panties to grasp her buttock. “Is this a spanking or a groping?” she inquires in amusement.

“A bit of both,” you reply, sliding your hand further in. As your fingertips push between her labia, Katrina gasps, but she does not stop you, and even parts her legs a little as you slide one finger into her vagina.

“Naughty man,” she murmurs.

“Naughty girl,” you counter, gently sliding your finger in and out of her.

She lets you finger-fuck her for about a minute, then she slides off your lap and off the bed. She stands up straight, tugging her uniform down, and grins impishly at you. “That was fun,” she says. “But I’d best be off. I’ll see you later.” She leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

“All right Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a chuckle. She pulls down her panties, then she climbs up on to your bed. Straddling you with her hands and knees, and facing the foot of the bed, she begins gyrating her naked bottom just a foot or so from your face. You stare wide-eyed at her exposed anus and vaginal opening. Excitedly, you lick your middle finger, and gently insert it into her vagina.

Katrina gasps as she feels your finger slide deep inside her, but she makes no attempt to stop you. “Mr Keating...” she murmurs.

You slowly ease your finger in and out a few times. Soon Katrina begins to undulate her hips, and to utter soft moans of pleasure.

You introduce another finger, and increase the pace of your thrusting. Katrina’s moans rise in pitch, and you desperately hope you have enough stamina to keep going until she climaxes.

Fortunately, it seems that Katrina is as excited about this situation as you are. Moaning into the bedclothes, she starts bucking back against your hand, trying to get your fingers deeper inside her. Then, to your immense gratification, she stiffens, then shudders, and utters a long, drawn-out moan of sheer ecstasy.

You leave your fingers inside her, slowly stroking her soft inner flesh, for another minute or so. Then she climbs down from the bed, turns around, and gives you a long kiss on the lips. “Thank you Mr Keating,” she says. “That was lovely.”

The fourth song is coming to an end. Katrina puts her clothes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her panties remain in view. The two of you chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and prepares to give you a sponge bath. First she throws back the sheets, then she helps you out of your pyjamas. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become more and more excited in anticipation of what is to come. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

Then she pauses. “What’s it to be, Mr Keating?” she asks. “A blowjob? Or something more?”

You shiver. You know what ‘something more’ means ... and you also know that it will probably kill you. But what a way to go! On the other hand, one more day spent enjoying Katrina’s company would be nice...

After a moment’s hesitation, you say,

“Just a blowjob on this occasion, I think.”

“Let’s do it.”

Katrina giggles, then she turns away from you, squats, and strains. A lump quickly forms in the back of her panties; it grows and fills out the stretchy material, making a bulge that sags downward until it has reached the approximate size of a grapefruit.

Then, to your delight, she resumes dancing. As she gyrates her hips, her poo bounces around in her panties, slapping against her buttocks with soft damp thuds. You are entranced by the bulge as it dances, following a little behind Katrina’s own dance moves. Then, lifting your iPad, you take some photos and videos of the spectacular sight.

After the fourth song has finished, Katrina puts her uniform back on. “I’d better get to the loo,” she says. “Wish me luck!” She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Ten minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Well, I was spotted,” she says. “But I don’t care! I’m such a naughty girl. I think I deserve another spanking.” She climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her bottom, clad in clean panties. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

Katrina chuckles. “Sure,” she says. She fetches a towel, and lays it on the bed, covering your lap and torso. “Want me on my back again?”

“Yes please!” you reply. You haul yourself into a more upright sitting position, and spread your legs apart.

Katrina climbs up on to the bed, straddles your torso, then carefully lies down in the gap between your legs. With her bulging panties nestling just in front of your crotch, she lifts up her knees and feet, and spreads her thighs wide apart.

You grin as you stare down at Katrina’s full panties. Taking hold of one side of her gusset, you pull it aside, exposing her pussy and vaginal opening, as well as the top of the huge mound of poo. You pull off a small chunk of the poo, and mash it against her clitoris.

“Ohh, Mr Keating,” murmurs Katrina, closing her eyes.

Next, you carefully extract a relatively firm turd from the mass of poo, and press one end of it against the opening of Katrina’s vagina. Her moist orifice expands, and the turd begins to penetrate her.

Katrina shivers, and bites her lip. “Oh god,” she murmurs.

You apply more pressure, and Katrina’s poo slowly sinks into her vagina as she hyperventilates in a mixture of anxiety and arousal. When you can push it no further in, you take another lump, and begin rubbing it against her clitoris.

It does not take her long to climax. Soon she is arching her back, shuddering and moaning in ecstasy. “Ohhh!” she gasps. “That was lovely.” She lies panting for a couple of minutes, while you gently stroke her clitoris, and then she sits up. “Thank you,” she says, and she kisses you on the lips. Her tongue finds yours, and you enjoy another French kiss with her.

Then Katrina carefully climbs off the bed. She cleans your hands thoroughly, then she puts her uniform and shoes back on. “I’d better get to the loo,” she says. “Wish me luck!” She grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Fifteen minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Well, I was spotted,” she says. “But I don’t care! I’m such a naughty girl. I think I deserve another spanking.” She climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her bottom, clad in clean panties. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

“Sure,” says Katrina. She carefully lies down on her side, with her legs bent, and her bottom pointing towards you.

You grin at her bulging panties. “Excellent,” you say, taking a photo. “Now can you raise your left leg up...?”

Katrina chuckles. “Okay,” she says, and she raises her leg up high.

The weight of her poo causes the gusset of her panties to remain in place, so that part of her pussy peeps into view. In delight you take another couple of photos, capturing most of Katrina’s left pussy lip. “Excellent,” you say. “Now, can you rub some of that poo into your pussy?”

“It would be my pleasure,” says Katrina, with a naughty grin. She reaches between her legs, into the gaping leg-hole of her panties, and grabs a chunk of poo. Squishing it against her clitoris, she mashes it around, while tugging the gusset of her panties downward with her other hand, so you can see better. Ecstatically, you take several more photos.

But then Katrina stops. “Okay, I think that’s enough photos,” she says. “I’d better get to the loo before this room gets any smellier.” She gets up carefully, and wipes her hand clean with tissues. Then she puts her clothes back on, grabs your bedpan, and leaves the room.

Ten minutes later, she returns, giggling. “Well, I was spotted,” she says. “But I don’t care! I’m such a naughty girl. I think I deserve another spanking.” She climbs up on to the bed, then lies down across your lap. “Spank me, Mr Keating.”

You pull up the back of her uniform, and stare hungrily at her panty-clad bottom. Then you raise your left hand, and bring it down sharply on her left buttock. She twitches, and giggles.

“Think this is funny, do you, young lady?” you ask her.

“No sir – sorry sir,” she replies.

You spank her a few more times, alternating between her left and right buttocks. Then, with your hand still resting on her bottom, you smile to yourself at the possibilities of this situation. With a little chuckle, you...

pull her panties down, uncovering her buttocks.

slide your hand beneath the elastic seam of the right leg-hole of her panties.

You push your finger deep into Katrina’s moist vagina, and begin thrusting it in and out as she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you insert another finger alongside the first, and start rubbing her clitoris with your thumb.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you finger-fuck her faster and faster. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina gets dressed. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina comes back in, and closes the door. “I’ll be off home shortly,” she says, unbuttoning her uniform. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her naked breasts and panties as her uniform falls to the floor. While you consider your options, she pulls down her panties, then she climbs on to the bed and straddles you. Licking your lips, you say,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

You begin licking Katrina’s pussy, running your tongue up the groove from her clitoris to her vagina, and back again. After doing this a few times, you plunge your tongue into her moist hole, swirling it around inside her vagina while she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you return to her clitoris, and start sucking on it as you insert a finger into her vagina.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you suck on and lick her clitoris, and thrust your finger in and out of her. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina gets dressed. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina comes back in, and closes the door. “I’ll be off home shortly,” she says, unbuttoning her uniform. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her naked breasts and panties as her uniform falls to the floor. While you consider your options, she pulls down her panties, then she climbs on to the bed and straddles you. Licking your lips, you say,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Your world goes dark, but you dimly hear Katrina saying, “Goodbye Charlie!” before you peacefully slip away.

Katrina stares down at your motionless face, at your half-closed eyes and the slight smile on your lips. Then she starts to cry, her shoulders shaking as she bows her head, making fists with her hands on your chest. Lying down on top of you, she hugs you for a while, feeling your cock softening inside her. Then she climbs off you, and gets to work.

Putting her clothes on, she carefully cleans your penis, then she puts you back into your pyjamas. Switching on your iPad, she deletes all of the photos and videos you have taken of her. At this point, she dries her eyes, then she hurries from the room and reports your death.

After your body has been removed, Ken Cresswell enters the room and looks around casually. Spying your iPad, he says, “Ooh – I’ll have that.” He tucks it under his jersey, and scurries away.

Later, Katrina is chatting with Geoff Binnie in the common room. “I’m sorry about Charlie,” he says. “I know how fond you were of him.”

Katrina nods. “Thank you,” she says. “Yes ... I really was.”

“Now that he’s gone ... will you be going back to wearing scrubs?” asks Geoff.

“Oh no,” says Katrina. “I like showing off my legs and panties too much.”

“Good!” says Geoff, chuckling. “And will you still let me ... you know...”

“Of course,” replies Katrina, taking his hand and pulling it between her legs. “And I’ll do a poo in my panties for you, whenever you want.”

“Wonderful!” says Geoff, gently massaging her pussy through her panties. With his other hand, he raises his mug of tea. “Well ... here’s to Charlie.”

Katrina raises her own mug. “To Charlie.”

THE END

Your world goes dark, but you dimly hear Katrina saying, “I love you too, Charlie!” before you peacefully slip away.

Katrina stares down at your motionless face, at your half-closed eyes and the slight smile on your lips. Then she starts to cry, her shoulders shaking as she bows her head, making fists with her hands on your chest. Lying down on top of you, she hugs you for a while, feeling your cock softening inside her. Then she climbs off you, and gets to work.

Putting her clothes on, she carefully cleans your penis, then she puts you back into your pyjamas. Switching on your iPad, she deletes all of the photos and videos you have taken of her. At this point, she dries her eyes, then she hurries from the room and reports your death.

After your body has been removed, Ken Cresswell enters the room and looks around casually. Spying your iPad, he says, “Ooh – I’ll have that.” He tucks it under his jersey, and scurries away.

Later, Katrina is chatting with Geoff Binnie in the common room. “I’m sorry about Charlie,” he says. “I know how fond you were of him.”

Katrina nods. “Thank you,” she says. “Yes ... I really was.”

“Now that he’s gone ... will you be going back to wearing scrubs?” asks Geoff.

“Oh no,” says Katrina. “I like showing off my legs too much. But I’ll probably be getting a longer uniform.”

“Pity,” says Geoff with a sigh.

“Not too much longer, though,” she adds. “I still want my panties to show when I bend over.”

“Well that’s something,” says Geoff, pleased. “Will you still let me ... you know...”

“I suppose so,” replies Katrina. “Just give me a little while to mourn, okay?”

“Of course,” says Geoff. He raises his mug of tea. “Well ... here’s to Charlie.”

Katrina raises her own mug. “To Charlie.”

THE END

“Certainly, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile. She unbuttons her uniform, then she takes it off, along with her panties and shoes. Climbing on to your bed, she throws a knee over you and straddles your chest, facing the foot of the bed. Bending down, she takes the head of your cock into her mouth, and begins to suck.

Her pussy is right in front of your face. As you sigh with pleasure at the wonderful sensations emanating from your loins, you...

slide your middle finger into her vagina.

begin licking her clitoris.

You push your finger deep into Katrina’s moist vagina, and begin thrusting it in and out as she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you insert another finger alongside the first, and start rubbing her clitoris with your thumb.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you finger-fuck her faster and faster. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty your bladder into it while Katrina waits patiently. Then you say hopefully, “Are you still willing...?”

“Yes Mr Keating,” she says matter-of-factly. She slips a towel underneath your bottom, and holds your legs in position while you strain.

You push out everything you can. Thanks to your high fibre diet and laxatives, there is quite a lot of it, and Katrina chuckles nervously. “Goodness me,” she says. “You do make a lot of poo, Mr Keating! Would you like me to empty my own bowels too?”

“Yes please!” you say excitedly.

Katrina grins. “Okay.” She turns away from you, squats slightly, and strains. As a bulge forms and then grows in the back of her panties, you smile happily. When it has reached the size of a grapefruit, she turns back to face you. “Now to add your poo...” She sinks her fingers into your pile of poo, grasping a large handful of the foul mess. Then, reaching behind her back, she pulls open her panties with her clean hand, and drops the poo inside.

Having done the same thing with a second handful, she turns her back on you. “How does that look?”

“Incredible!” you say. Her panties are bulging enormously, and sagging so that her buttock cleavage is showing. You can see poo peeking out from both leg-holes. “I think the back’s pretty much at capacity now.”

Katrina turns around, and bites her lip. “Then I suppose the rest will have to go in the front,” she says. She picks up the remainder of your poo, holds open the front of her panties, and drops the poo inside. It thuds against her pussy, and she bounces a little, to get it to settle downward. Then, with a shiver, she lets go of the waistband. “There,” she says. “That’s all of it.” She cleans her hand thoroughly, along with your bottom, then she puts her uniform and shoes back on. “I’d better go and get cleaned up.”

You stare happily at her panties, now bulging both in front and at the back. “Good luck!” you say.

“Thanks,” says Katrina. She takes away the full bedpan, and is gone for almost twenty minutes.

When she returns with an empty bedpan, she is looking rather shame-faced. “I got caught again,” she says. “But it’s fine – I don’t care who knows I’m a panty-pooper. Anyway I’d better go.” She bends down and gives your erection a quick kiss, before tucking it back into your pyjamas. She then pulls the bedclothes over your legs, and leaves the room.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina comes back in, and closes the door. “I’ll be off home shortly,” she says, unbuttoning her uniform. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her naked breasts and panties as her uniform falls to the floor. While you consider your options, she pulls down her panties, then she climbs on to the bed and straddles you. Licking your lips, you say,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

You begin licking Katrina’s pussy, running your tongue up the groove from her clitoris to her vagina, and back again. After doing this a few times, you plunge your tongue into her moist hole, swirling it around inside her vagina while she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you return to her clitoris, and start sucking on it as you insert a finger into her vagina.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you suck on and lick her clitoris, and thrust your finger in and out of her. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty your bladder into it while Katrina waits patiently. Then you say hopefully, “Are you still willing...?”

“Yes Mr Keating,” she says matter-of-factly. She slips a towel underneath your bottom, and holds your legs in position while you strain.

You push out everything you can. Thanks to your high fibre diet and laxatives, there is quite a lot of it, and Katrina chuckles nervously. “Goodness me,” she says. “You do make a lot of poo, Mr Keating! Would you like me to empty my own bowels too?”

“Yes please!” you say excitedly.

Katrina grins. “Okay.” She turns away from you, squats slightly, and strains. As a bulge forms and then grows in the back of her panties, you smile happily. When it has reached the size of a grapefruit, she turns back to face you. “Now to add your poo...” She sinks her fingers into your pile of poo, grasping a large handful of the foul mess. Then, reaching behind her back, she pulls open her panties with her clean hand, and drops the poo inside.

Having done the same thing with a second handful, she turns her back on you. “How does that look?”

“Incredible!” you say. Her panties are bulging enormously, and sagging so that her buttock cleavage is showing. You can see poo peeking out from both leg-holes. “I think the back’s pretty much at capacity now.”

Katrina turns around, and bites her lip. “Then I suppose the rest will have to go in the front,” she says. She picks up the remainder of your poo, holds open the front of her panties, and drops the poo inside. It thuds against her pussy, and she bounces a little, to get it to settle downward. Then, with a shiver, she lets go of the waistband. “There,” she says. “That’s all of it.” She cleans her hand thoroughly, along with your bottom, then she puts her uniform and shoes back on. “I’d better go and get cleaned up.”

You stare happily at her panties, now bulging both in front and at the back. “Good luck!” you say.

“Thanks,” says Katrina. She takes away the full bedpan, and is gone for almost twenty minutes.

When she returns with an empty bedpan, she is looking rather shame-faced. “I got caught again,” she says. “But it’s fine – I don’t care who knows I’m a panty-pooper. Anyway I’d better go.” She bends down and gives your erection a quick kiss, before tucking it back into your pyjamas. She then pulls the bedclothes over your legs, and leaves the room.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

Then Katrina comes back in, and closes the door. “I’ll be off home shortly,” she says, unbuttoning her uniform. “Anything you need before I go?”

You smile at her naked breasts and panties as her uniform falls to the floor. While you consider your options, she pulls down her panties, then she climbs on to the bed and straddles you. Licking your lips, you say,

“How about doing a poo?”

“Would you mind fixing my pillows?”

“May I have a goodnight kiss?”

Katrina bites her lip. “Are you sure?” she asks.

“Oh yes,” you reply firmly. “Katrina, when my heart stopped, it was very peaceful – I didn’t even feel any pain. I just got dizzy and then blacked out. To die that way while having sex with you ... well, I imagine it won’t be much fun for you. But if you’re willing to help me out that way, it’ll be ever so much better than the alternative.”

Katrina nods, but still looks troubled. “What about me filling my panties with your poo?” she asks sadly. “I promised you I’d do that.”

“True,” you admit. “And I must say I’d love to see you in full panties one last time...”

Katrina smiles. “What if I do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?” she suggests.

“Oh!” you exclaim. “That would be amazing!”

She chuckles as she kicks off her shoes and begins unbuttoning her uniform. “You know, this might not work,” she says. “In terms of ... um ... bumping you off...”

“True,” you agree. “And let’s assume it won’t. The spectre of imminent death isn’t exactly the most potent aphrodisiac.”

Katrina smirks. “All right then,” she says. She strips off her uniform, and climbs on top of you. Your erection has wilted away, but a few strokes from Katrina and the prospect of imminently entering her vagina get you hard again fairly quickly.

Pulling her panties to one side, Katrina lowers herself on to your cock, and you gasp in pleasure as you feel yourself sliding deep within her. “Oh God,” you murmur. “This is heavenly!”

She starts to ease herself up and down, taking her time. As she increases the speed of her bouncing, you reach up and take hold of her gorgeous breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. “I’m fucking you!” you gasp in wonderment. “I’m actually fucking you! And I feel great!”

“Okay – I’ll do my poo!” says Katrina. She pauses her bouncing, and concentrates. A moment later, you begin to feel the warmth and softness of her bulging panties coming to rest on your upper thighs. “That’s it,” she says, and she resumes bouncing.

“Wonderful!” you murmur happily, giving Katrina’s breasts a good squeeze as you feel her poo-filled panties thudding rhythmically against your thighs.

Katrina grasps your wrists in her hands. At first you think she wants to pull your hands away from her breasts, but she does nothing of the kind ... and then you realise her fingers are positioned perfectly for checking your pulse. This is a little off-putting, but you do not dwell on it for long. The sensation of your penis thrusting in and out of Katrina’s vagina is beyond pleasurable – the experience is out of this world. With a groan, you climax inside her, pumping your semen up against her cervix.

“Mr Keating, I think this is it – I think your heart’s stopped!” says Katrina urgently.

“It’s okay ... just let me go ... it’s perfect...” you murmur happily. Your vision is beginning to cloud over. Oblivion beckons, but with your last breath you gasp,

“Goodbye, naughty girl...”

“I love you, Katrina...”

Your world goes dark, but you dimly hear Katrina saying, “Goodbye Charlie!” before you peacefully slip away.

Katrina stares down at your motionless face, at your half-closed eyes and the slight smile on your lips. Then she starts to cry, her shoulders shaking as she bows her head, making fists with her hands on your chest. Lying down on top of you, she hugs you for a while, feeling your cock softening inside her. Then she climbs off you, and gets to work.

Putting her clothes on, she carefully cleans your penis, then she puts you back into your pyjamas. Then, with a nervous glance at the clock, she decides to clean herself up quickly. Hurrying to the toilets, she empties out her panties, wipes herself clean, flushes away the poo with the help of a plunger, and puts on a fresh pair of panties from her bag. Then she leaves the toilet, and reports your death.

After your body has been removed, Ken Cresswell enters the room and looks around casually. Spying your iPad, he says, “Ooh – I’ll have that.” He tucks it under his jersey, and scurries away.

Later, Katrina is chatting with Geoff Binnie in the common room. “I’m sorry about Charlie,” he says. “I know how fond you were of him.”

Katrina nods. “Thank you,” she says. “Yes ... I really was.”

“Now that he’s gone ... will you be going back to wearing scrubs?” asks Geoff.

“Oh no,” says Katrina. “I like showing off my legs and panties too much.”

“Good!” says Geoff, chuckling. “And will you still let me ... you know...”

“Of course,” replies Katrina, taking his hand and pulling it between her legs. “And I’ll do a poo in my panties for you, whenever you want.”

“Wonderful!” says Geoff, gently massaging her pussy through her panties. With his other hand, he raises his mug of tea. “Well ... here’s to Charlie.”

Katrina raises her own mug. “To Charlie.”

Meanwhile, Ken is going through the photos and videos on your iPad. “Holy shit!” he whispers incredulously. Storing the iPad away, he goes in search of Katrina. Finding her in the common room, he says, “Katrina, may I have a private word...?”

“Sure,” she says, and she follows him to the staff common room, which is currently empty.

“You’ve been a naughty girl,” says Ken, grinning. “I have Charlie’s iPad.”

Katrina’s face pales. “Oh shit,” she says. “I forgot about that!”

Ken chuckles. “Well, I’m assuming you don’t want me going public with all those photos and videos...”

Katrina gulps ... but her vagina begins to lubricate. “What do you want?” she asks.

“Sex, for a start,” says Ken. “Whenever and wherever I want.”

“For a start?” echoes Katrina in disbelief. “What else could you possibly want?”

“I want you to shit in your knickers whenever I tell you,” continues Ken. “And that uniform of yours – I want you to replace it with something even shorter ... and see-through.”

“I’ll get sacked!” protests Katrina.

“Make sure you don’t,” says Ken. “Offer Ian sexual favours if you have to.”

Katrina shivers. “Is that everything?” she asks.

“For now,” says Ken with a nasty smile.

“Well you leave me no choice,” says Katrina. “I accept your terms.”

“Awesome!” says Ken. “Now strip, and bend over.”

Katrina hesitates, then she takes off her uniform and shoes, followed by her panties. Naked, she bends over a table, and spreads her feet apart.

As Ken sinks his cock into her well-lubricated vagina, he sighs with pleasure. “Well here’s to Charlie,” he mutters.

THE END

Your world goes dark, but you dimly hear Katrina saying, “I love you too, Charlie!” before you peacefully slip away.

Katrina stares down at your motionless face, at your half-closed eyes and the slight smile on your lips. Then she starts to cry, her shoulders shaking as she bows her head, making fists with her hands on your chest. Lying down on top of you, she hugs you for a while, feeling your cock softening inside her. Then she climbs off you, and gets to work.

Putting her clothes on, she carefully cleans your penis, then she puts you back into your pyjamas. Contemplating the poo in her panties, she briefly considers cleaning herself up. But then she decides that you would probably want her to keep her poo in her panties.

Switching on your iPad, she deletes all of the photos and videos you have taken of her. At this point, she dries her eyes, then she hurries from the room and reports your death.

After your body has been removed, Ken Cresswell enters the room and looks around casually. Spying your iPad, he says, “Ooh – I’ll have that.” He tucks it under his jersey, and scurries away.

Later, still wearing her poo-laden panties, Katrina is chatting with Geoff Binnie in the common room. “I’m sorry about Charlie,” he says. “I know how fond you were of him.”

Katrina nods. “Thank you,” she says. “Yes ... I really was.”

“Now that he’s gone ... will you be going back to wearing scrubs?” asks Geoff.

“Oh no,” says Katrina. “I like showing off my panties too much.”

“Oh good,” says Geoff, pleased. “Will you still let me ... you know...”

“Yes, Mr Binnie,” replies Katrina. She takes his hand and tucks it between her legs. “And I’ll fill my panties with poo whenever you want.”

“Wonderful!” says Geoff, pulling some of her poo forward and squishing it into her pussy. He raises his mug of tea. “Well ... here’s to Charlie.”

Katrina raises her own mug. “To Charlie.”

THE END

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina. Your eyes widen in delight and astonishment as you see her uniform, which she has butchered so drastically that the lower curves of her breasts are visible below the hem. No buttons remain; the two sides of the uniform are entirely unconnected at the front. “Oh my God!” you exclaim.

“You like it?” asks Katrina impishly. She pulls the front open, fully exposing her breasts.

It is an amazingly ridiculous outfit, but it is also incredibly sexy. “It’s perfect!” you tell her. “But surely you can’t get away with that...?”

“I sent Ian a photo,” says Katrina with a shrug. “He told me I was very naughty for uncovering part of my boobs, but that at least my nipples were covered, and that was the main thing.”

“Good for Ian!” you say happily.

“I then told him my nipples do become exposed if I bend over, or raise my arms, and I sent him photos to demonstrate.”

“You did? Oh my!” you say.

“He said my uniform is just fine, but he would like to inspect it more closely,” says Katrina, and she giggles. “I suspect he might try and grope me, next time we meet.”

You grin. “Will you let him? Or, more precisely, how far will you let him go?”

“You decide,” she says. “Should I let him touch my bare breasts? My pussy through my panties? Do you want me to let him put his hand actually inside my panties? Should I let him finger me?”

“All of the above,” you reply excitedly.

She chuckles. “I guessed as much. Now, how about you? Would you like to have a feel? Or would you prefer a quick blowjob?”

You eagerly reply,

“Blowjob please!”

“I want to get my hand inside that thong.”

Your bladder wakes you up. Half asleep, you fumble for your bedpan and manoeuvre it into position. You relieve yourself, then hit the button to summon a nurse. A glance at the clock tells you it is morning already.

The door opens, and in walks Katrina, wearing the tiny, butchered remains of her white dress uniform. “Good morning, Mr Keating!” she says brightly. Then she leans down, and kisses you on the lips. Straightening up, she adds, “How are you feeling today?”

You grin at her fully-exposed thong and partially exposed breasts, and reply, “Getting very aroused, thank you.”

Katrina giggles. “Would you like to have a feel?” she inquires. “Or would you prefer a quick blowjob?”

You eagerly reply,

“Blowjob please!”

“I want to get my hand inside that thong.”

Katrina grins. “Certainly, Mr Keating,” she says. She reaches beneath your top sheet, finds the opening at the front of your pyjama bottoms, and pulls out your semi-erect penis. “Let’s see what we can do with this...” She gently strokes it until it is fully erect, then she takes its tip into her mouth, and begins to suck on it.

“Oh yes, that’s it...” you gasp.

Her lips and tongue work wonders, and it is not long before your rigid cock is pumping semen into the back of Katrina’s mouth. She swallows it all, and keeps sucking, extracting every last drop. Only when you begin to soften in her mouth does she finally pull away.

“That was great,” you pant. “Thank you...”

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating,” she says. She briskly but carefully removes your bedpan, and checks inside it before setting it aside. Then she glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and as the two halves of her uniform fall open, you...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Katrina smiles. “Go for it,” she says, stepping closer to the bed.

Reaching out, you slip your fingers into the front of her thong. Pressing your middle finger between her labia, you find she is already moist. Lubricated by her juice, you slide your finger back, and gently insert it into her vagina.

“Yes, that’s it Mr Keating,” she murmurs, spreading her feet apart a little. She lets you thrust your finger in and out of her for a couple of minutes, but then she gently lifts your hand out of her thong. “We’ll have more time for this sort of thing later today,” she says.

She carefully retrieves your bedpan from beneath your top sheet, and checks inside it before setting it aside. She glances at your rolls of toilet paper and your bottle of hand sanitiser, to make sure your supplies of both are adequate.

“I’ll just fix your pillows,” she says, leaning over you. This brings her chest to within a few inches of your face, and as the two halves of her uniform fall open, you...

take hold of her breasts.

close your lips around her right nipple.

Your gnarled, arthritic fingers begin massaging Katrina’s breasts, and she chuckles.

“Having fun, Mr Keating?” she inquires, amused, as she continues to adjust your pillows.

“Oh yes,” you confirm, as you gently tweak her nipples between your fingers and thumbs.

“All right, that’s enough,” she says, straightening up. “Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina giggles as you suck her nipple into your mouth. “Silly man,” she says, continuing to work on your pillows.

You happily swirl your tongue around her nipple, gently sucking on it, sometimes opening your mouth a little wider to take in more of her breast flesh. Meanwhile, your right hand is squeezing and caressing her left breast.

You are a little surprised by how long Katrina allows this to continue, but eventually she steps back and says, “All right, that’s enough. Let me just take the bedpan away, and I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

She leaves the room, carrying the bedpan, and returns five minutes later with a clean bedpan and a tray. You haul yourself up into a sitting position, and she sets the tray on your lap. “There,” she says. “How’s that?”

You stare gloomily at the soggy cereal and cold toast, and say,

“Yum yum.”

“Thank you Katrina.”

Katrina chuckles. “Sorry it’s not more appetising,” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

Katrina smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr Keating!” she says. She picks up a flask and pours out some tea into a mug. Then she fetches your pills, which you down one by one with the help of your tea.

“Here’s today’s paper,” says Katrina, handing you a folded-up copy of the Summerton Observer. “Good luck with the crossword! I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, and eat your breakfast in front of The Morning Show. To your great delight, co-host Katie Willis is wearing another very short skirt. During the Viewer Feedback part of the program, Katie is sitting on a red sofa with her legs crossed, and you...

grin as you stare at her exposed thighs, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

decide to call the number on the screen.

During the programme, Katie crosses her legs a couple more times, and fortunately does so carelessly enough for you to glimpse her panties. After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf to see what else is on.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You pick up the phone by your bed, and carefully tap in the number on the screen. It is answered almost immediately by a woman who takes your name, asks you the reason for your call, and then tells you to stay on the line.

You continue to watch the screen while you wait patiently, paying little attention to what the hosts are saying. Then you hear host Martin Bluth say in your ear, “And now on the phone we’ve got our centenarian friend Charlie from Summerton. Welcome back Charlie!”

“Hello Martin,” you say. “And hello Katie!”

“Hello again Charlie!” says Katie, uncrossing her legs with an expansive movement that gives you a very clear look at the front of her white panties. “How are you today?” she asks with an impish smile, leaving her knees a wonderfully exciting eight inches apart.

“I’m well, thank you Katie!” you reply, your eyes riveted to her panties. “As always, you’re extremely kind.”

Martin chuckles, and shakes his head in bemusement. “All right Charlie, what do you think about today’s topic?”

You converse with the two of them for a few minutes, and as usual they seem to enjoy your contribution. Then they move on to another caller, Katie recrosses her legs, and you hang up.

After the show has finished, you...

channel-surf for a while.

switch off the TV and read the paper.

You flick through your favourite channels, but find nothing particularly worth watching. After half an hour of idle viewing, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “Now, you’ve got your TV, your paper, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You switch off the television and spend some time watching videos. After a while, staring at the screen starts giving you a headache, so you pick up your newspaper, turn to the back, and get started on the crossword.

An hour later, having completed the crossword, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

None of the headlines grabs your interest, so you turn to the back and get started on the crossword. Half an hour later, Katrina re-enters.

“Let’s just get this tray,” she says, lifting the breakfast tray off your lap. “How’s the crossword?”

You shrug, and say,

“Not bad thanks.”

“I’m struggling a bit. Want to help?”

“Good, good,” says Katrina. “Well, you’ve got your paper, your TV, and your iPad – plenty to keep you occupied. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You finish the crossword, then you turn your attention back to your iPad. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure,” says Katrina. She sits down next to you, perching on the edge of the bed, and peers at the crossword. “Hmm,” she says. “Let’s see...”

Her right thigh is temptingly close, and you casually start caressing her thigh as the two of you figure out clues together. Over the next two minutes you stroke higher and higher, until your fingers reach the warm softness of her thong-clad pussy.

At this point, Katrina chuckles. “Having fun?” she inquires.

“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you slip your fingers inside the front of her thong. Since she does not object, you gently stroke her pussy while continuing to work on crossword clues.

Despite the distraction, you and Katrina manage to finish the crossword in just a few minutes. “Nice teamwork!” she says as she gets up. “All right, you’ve got your paper, you’ve got your iPad, you’ve got your TV – excellent. I’ll see you later, okay?” She carries the tray out of your room, and closes the door.

You turn your attention back to your iPad, and watch some more YouTube videos. After a while, however, you begin to get a headache from staring at the screen. You switch on the television and channel-surf for a while, but there is nothing on that captures your interest.

An hour later, you are feeling distinctly bored and lonely, so you press the button to summon Katrina.

It is not long before she appears. “You need something, Mr Keating?” she inquires with a smile.

“Yes,” you reply,

“Could you pass me one of my books please?”

“Could you pull up the blinds please?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider climbing in with me again...?”

“Sure!” says Katrina, walking over to the little bookcase in the corner of the room. “What are you in the mood for?”

You reply,

“A History of the Dark Ages.”

“War and Peace.”

“Julius Caesar.”

“Of course,” says Katrina. She pulls on the cord, and the blinds rise up towards the top of the high Victorian window ... but then, as usual, they get stuck.

“Move over,” she says, and you shift over slightly to make room for her.

Katrina slips off her shoes, then climbs up on to the edge of the bed. Stepping over you with her left foot, she straddles your torso while she fiddles with the blinds.

As you stare up at her skimpy pink thong, you...

grab your iPad, and start taking photos.

say, “How are things going with Geoff Binnie?”

start sliding your right hand up the inside of her right thigh.

Katrina smiles warmly at you. “Yes, Mr Keating, I can do that,” she says. She pulls her uniform off her shoulders, and drops it on the floor behind her. Slipping off her shoes, she pulls down her thong, and steps out of it. Then, as you stare excitedly at her breasts and pussy, she straightens up and says, “Budge up then.”

You eagerly, though a little laboriously, shift your body over to make room for Katrina. She lifts up the top sheet and bedspread, then climbs into bed next to you. Lying down, she says, “All right, Mr Keating, have fun.”

You do not need to be invited twice. Snuggling up against her warm body, you sigh happily as you rest your head against her shoulder, and begin caressing her left breast. After a few moments of this, you slide your hand off her breast, and start caressing your way down her belly.

Katrina chuckles, and she makes no attempt to stop you, even when you reach her pussy. You run your hand over her soft pubic hair, and curl your fingers down between her thighs, cupping her pussy and gently pressing your middle finger into the groove between her labia.

“Having fun there, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

You gently stroke her pussy, back and forth, rubbing her clitoris. “Oh yes,” you reply. “How about you?”

Katrina smiles, and closes her eyes. Her breathing is beginning to quicken, which you take to be a good sign, so you...

bend your head down, and start sucking on her right nipple.

slip your middle finger into her vagina.

Katrina moans softly as you fasten your lips around her nipple, and begin to suck on it. “There’s a good boy,” she murmurs. She parts her thighs a little, and arches her back, undulating her pelvis as you continue to stroke her.

Over the next couple of minutes, her arousal escalates, and she starts uttering soft moans of pleasure. You increase the speed of your rubbing, and are soon afterward rewarded with a groan of ecstasy from Katrina, as her entire body spasms in orgasmic bliss.

“Goodness, Mr Keating,” she pants. “Thank you so much for that! But I’d better get going.” She climbs out of your bed, and hurriedly puts her clothes back on.

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina gasps, but as you begin gently sliding your finger in and out of her, she parts her legs a bit, and moans softly.

Her vagina is lubricating copiously, and you soon insert another finger. Katrina’s breathing quickens, and she spreads her thighs wide apart. You thrust your fingers in and out of her vagina with increasing speed, caressing her g-spot with as much intensity as your century-old arm muscles can muster.

It is enough. Suddenly Katrina arches her back, shudders, and utters a series of orgasmic moans. You gradually slow down your thrusting, as her body goes limp. “Thank you!” she pants. “That was lovely.” Then she climbs on top of you, plants her lips on yours, and slips her tongue into your mouth.

Delighted, you respond in kind, indulging in a long French kiss with Katrina. Then she pulls away. “I should go,” she says. She climbs out of bed, and puts her clothes back on. “See you later, Mr Keating.”

Once she has left the room, you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Sure,” says Katrina, with a smile. She puts on some music and begins dancing, while you gleefully take photos and videos. Then, bending away from you, she begins twerking just a couple of feet from you.

As you video her thong-clad bottom gyrating within groping distance, you grin naughtily, and reach out with your hand. Katrina squeals as she feels your fingertips pressing against the gusset of her thong, and she dances out of reach, giggling.

During the next song, she takes off her uniform and shoes, and dances in just her thong while you excitedly capture her bouncing breasts on video.

Then, with a naughty little giggle, she pulls her thong down, steps out of it, and resumes dancing, now completely naked. “Bravo!” you exclaim excitedly.

Katrina now climbs on to your bed and straddles you with her thighs, kneeling up and gyrating her pelvis in time to the music. You stare in awe at her pussy for a moment, and...

then you reach out to touch it.

wait to see what she does.

“Sure!” says Katrina. “Budge up, then.”

You shift yourself over a bit, and she climbs on to the bed and sits down next to you. Then she pulls up Netflix on your iPad, and with the iPad propped up on your knees, you and Katrina watch some quality drama.

Her bare thigh is temptingly close, and you nonchalantly rest your hand upon it. Over the next few minutes you casually stroke higher and higher up her leg, until you have reached her thong. Slipping your fingers inside the front, you begin to caress her labia and clitoris with your fingertips. Katrina does not object, so you continue gently stroking her for the rest of the programme.

After half an hour, with a sigh, Katrina says, “Well, I should go.” She gets down from the bed. “See you later, Mr Keating.” Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

“Okay,” says Katrina, and she pulls out her little box of buttons. She counts them out, and gives you half. Then she deals five cards each, and the game begins.

After fifteen minutes, Katrina has no buttons left, so she starts to stake her clothing. It is not long before her uniform is lying on the floor behind her chair. Two rounds later, she has lost her shoes and thong as well.

“What now?” she inquires with a smirk.

Staring eagerly at her breasts and pussy, you reply, “How about one more hand? If you lose, you have to...

sit on my face.”

ditch the uniform – permanently.”

Katrina chuckles. “All right then,” she says. “I’ll be right back.”

Two minutes later, she returns with the overbed table and the tiddlywinks box. She slides the base of the table under your bed, so that the tabletop is positioned a few inches above your lap. You open up the box and set up the game, with the red pot in the centre.

The two of you start playing, but it is not long before you overshoot the pot with one of your winks. By the end of the game, a few other winks have been lost in the same manner as the first.

Katrina pulls the table away from the bed. “Time to fetch the wandering winks,” she says. She climbs on to the bed, leans over you, then lies down flat, reaching down with one arm to retrieve the winks.

This means of course that her bottom is rather temptingly positioned right in front of you. Her weight pressing down on your thighs is a little uncomfortable, but you are not about to object. Smiling, you grasp the sides of the thong, and tug it down to her upper thighs.

Katrina chuckles. “All right, Mr Keating, go ahead and play,” she says. As she continues to retrieve winks from the floor, you...

slide your left hand down between her upper thighs.

put your hands on her buttocks, and begin to massage them.

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your history books being on the top shelf, she stoops slightly in order to retrieve the book you want, and you grin appreciatively at her thong-clad bottom. Then she turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your classic novels being on the bottom shelf, she has to bend right down in order to retrieve the book you want. You grin happily at her buttocks, with the narrow strip of pink material between them. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Did you have a nice view?” she inquires with a mischievous grin.

“It was wonderful!” you say happily.

“Enjoy your book!” she says, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Okay,” says Katrina. Your Shakespeare collection being on the middle shelf, she has to bend over a little, and you grin lecherously at her buttocks, and the narrow strip of pink material buried between them. Then she straightens up, turns around, and brings the book over to your bed. “Enjoy!” she says with a smile, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you reply, picking up your magnifying glass.

Katrina leaves the room, and you spend some relatively happy reading time, remaining absorbed in your book until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina laughs. “Naughty!” she says. “Deal away, then!”

You deal hurriedly, hoping for good cards. Fortunately, they are at least better than Katrina’s, and you win the hand. “All right, Mr Keating,” she says with a chuckle. She climbs on to your bed, straddling you with her knees either side of your chest, while you slide down the bed a little in order to lie flatter. Katrina eases her pussy down toward your face, until it is within reach of your tongue.

You begin licking between her labia, running your tongue up and down, from her clitoris to her vagina. She tastes wonderful – you can hardly believe how lucky you are to be licking a young woman’s pussy at your advanced age.

You suck gently on her clit, and then thrust your tongue into her vagina as far as it will go. You are rewarded with some heavy breathing from Katrina, but you realise you are unlikely to bring her to a climax before your tongue gets tired.

Sliding a finger into her vagina, you begin rapidly stroking her g-spot while sucking on her clitoris. Katrina begins moaning, and becomes more and more excited over the next couple of minutes, until she shudders in a powerful orgasm.

“Oh Mr Keating!” she gasps. “That was so good. Thank you!” She climbs down from the bed, and gives you a long, deep French kiss. Then she puts her clothes back on. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

Katrina laughs. “You know I can’t work in just a thong and shoes, Mr Keating,” she says.

You sigh in disappointment. “Well you can’t blame a chap for trying,” you say.

Katrina puts her uniform back on, then she leaves the room, and you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

Katrina chuckles as she feels your hand between her legs. “Enjoying yourself back there, Mr Keating?” she inquires.

You rest your fingers against her pussy, then you gently begin to insert your middle finger into her vagina. “Oh, indeed I am,” you say.

As Katrina continues to search for fallen winks, you slowly thrust your finger in and out of her. Soon, however, she pushes herself up on to her hands and knees. “That’s quite enough for now!” she says, a little breathlessly. Her cheeks are rather pink.

“Okay,” you say with a grin.

Katrina dismounts from the bed. “Well I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

Katrina chuckles as you give her bottom a squeeze. “Having fun, Mr Keating!” she inquires.

You grin as you massage her buttocks. “Lots!” you confirm. Then you pry her buttocks apart, and begin to press the tip of your middle finger against her puckered anus.

“Oh my!” Katrina gasps. “A bit of lube please!”

You lean over, and spit a small quantity of saliva between her buttocks. Coating your finger, you slowly ease it through the tight muscle, worming it inside her rectum.

Katrina shivers. “You do take some liberties, Mr Keating!” she says. A moment later, she finishes retrieving the fallen winks, and struggles back on to the bed as your finger pops out of her anus. Dismounting from the other side, she pulls her thong back up. “Let’s just clean that finger of yours,” she says, and she does so with a wet wipe. “Well, I’d best be off. See you later!” She puts the game back in the box, and wheels the table toward the door. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

Katrina smiles. “I know you do, Mr Keating,” she says. She leans forward, and gently kisses you. Feeling her tongue pressing between your lips, you open your mouth, and the ensuing French kiss lasts for almost a minute.

Finally she pulls away, smiling at you. “That was nice,” she says. “But I’d best get going.”

She climbs down from the bed, and puts her clothes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina arches her back as you begin sucking on her nipple. After a minute or so, she murmurs, “Well don’t neglect the other one...”

You smile, move your lips over to her right breast, and suck as much of it as possible into your mouth, swirling your tongue around her nipple.

“Mmmm,” says Katrina, stroking the back of your head with her hand. But then she stops, and pats your shoulder. “I should go.” As you lift your head from her breast, she stoops and kisses you on the lips.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her clothes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

Katrina chuckles as your hand reaches her pussy, and you begin stroking her labia and clitoris with your fingers. “Naughty man,” she murmurs, though she does not try to stop you.

Grinning, you sensuously rub her pussy, and then you reach farther back, slipping one finger into her vagina. Katrina’s eyes close, and her breathing starts to quicken.

But she does not allow herself to get too excited. After just a few moments she reaches down and pushes your hand away. With an apologetic smile, she says, “Well, I’d best be off.” She leans forward and kisses your cheek.

Then she climbs down from the bed, and puts her clothes back on. “Sleep well,” she says. She leaves the room, and you spend a couple of hours watching television. Then, feeling sleepy, you summon a nurse, who helps you brush your teeth, and changes your bedpan.

Turning your light out, you cannot help thinking about Katrina as you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You manage to take a couple of beautiful photos of Katrina’s thong and buttocks before she looks down and realises what you are doing. But she merely chuckles, and turns her attention back to the blinds. Finally they come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, as you take another photo.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina, and you take yet another photo as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink thong. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating. Enjoy the photos.”

She leaves the room, and you spend some time flipping through the photos you have taken. Then you switch on the television, which keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

Katrina chuckles. “Well, he likes to pull my uniform open and suck on my boobs. He also likes getting his hand inside my thong and fondling my bottom and pussy. I usually let him get a finger in me, but I don’t let him play for very long. He also loves pulling my thong down suddenly in the common room, which the other men are all grateful for, of course. And I quite enjoy it, too, though I act all shocked.”

“Excellent!” you say, grinning.

Finally the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you reply.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina. As she lifts her left leg back over you, you get an even better look at her pale pink thong. She climbs down from the bed, and says, “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

As Katrina struggles with the blinds, you place your hand on her thigh and begin to slide it upward. As you reach her thong, she chuckles. “Naughty man,” she says, but she does not stop you, even when you worm one finger past her thong, and slip it into her vagina.

Unfortunately it is not long before the blinds come loose, and Katrina finishes pulling them up to the top. “There!” she says.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, lowering your arm.

“You’re welcome,” says Katrina as she lifts her left leg back over you, giving you an even better look at her pink thong. She climbs down from the bed. “I’ll see you later, Mr Keating.”

She leaves the room, and you switch on the television. There is not much of interest on, but it keeps you somewhat entertained until lunchtime. Then Katrina comes in with your lunch.

She retrieves your used bedpan and takes it away. When she returns, she sets your lunch tray on your lap, and leaves the room. You watch television while you eat. Twenty minutes later, Katrina returns to collect the tray. “All done?” she says. “That’s good.” She leaves with the tray, and you continue watching TV.

A little while later, Katrina reappears. “Fancy some company?” she asks.

You nod eagerly. “Excellent,” says Katrina, closing the door. “What would you like to do?”

You reply, “Let’s...

listen to some of your dance music.”

watch some Netflix together.”

play some poker.”

play a game of tiddlywinks.”

“Certainly, Mr Keating,” says Katrina with a warm smile. She takes off her tiny uniform, along with her thong and shoes. Climbing on to your bed, she throws a knee over you and straddles your chest, facing the foot of the bed. Bending down, she takes the head of your cock into her mouth, and begins to suck.

Her pussy is right in front of your face. As you sigh with pleasure at the wonderful sensations emanating from your loins, you...

slide your middle finger into her vagina.

begin licking her clitoris.

Katrina bites her lip. “Are you sure?” she asks.

“Oh yes,” you reply firmly. “Katrina, when my heart stopped, it was very peaceful – I didn’t even feel any pain. I just got dizzy and then blacked out. To die that way while having sex with you ... well, I imagine it won’t be much fun for you. But if you’re willing to help me out that way, it’ll be ever so much better than the alternative.”

Katrina nods. “Well, it might not work, you know,” she says.

“True,” you agree. “And let’s assume it won’t. The spectre of imminent death isn’t exactly the most potent aphrodisiac.”

Katrina smirks. “All right then,” she says. She strips off her uniform, shoes and thong, and climbs on top of you. Your erection has wilted away, but a few strokes from Katrina and the prospect of imminently entering her vagina get you hard again fairly quickly.

Katrina lowers herself on to your cock, and you gasp in pleasure as you feel yourself sliding deep within her. “Oh God,” you murmur. “This is heavenly!”

She starts to ease herself up and down, taking her time. As she increases the speed of her bouncing, you reach up and take hold of her gorgeous breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. “I’m fucking you!” you gasp in wonderment. “I’m actually fucking you! And I feel great!”

Katrina grasps your wrists in her hands. At first you think she wants to pull your hands away from her breasts, but she does nothing of the kind ... and then you realise her fingers are positioned perfectly for checking your pulse. This is a little off-putting, but you do not dwell on it for long. The sensation of your penis thrusting in and out of Katrina’s vagina is beyond pleasurable – the experience is out of this world. With a groan, you climax inside her, pumping your semen up against her cervix.

“Mr Keating, I think this is it – I think your heart’s stopped!” says Katrina urgently.

“It’s okay ... just let me go ... it’s perfect...” you murmur happily. Your vision is beginning to cloud over. Oblivion beckons, but with your last breath you gasp,

“Goodbye, naughty girl...”

“Thank you Katrina...”

You press your fingers against Katrina’s labia, and she giggles. Grinding her pussy against your hand, she continues to dance to the music. Even when you insert a finger, she does not object.

Katrina gyrates with your middle finger in her vagina for a few more moments, then she climbs off the bed and resumes dancing. After the fourth song, she puts her clothes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her thong remains in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

Katrina continues to gyrate for a few more moments, then, to your delight, she reaches between her legs with her right hand and starts to rub her pussy with her fingers.

Watching Katrina masturbate is an absolute joy. You feel like applauding, but you do not want to distract her. Nevertheless, she continues for only a few seconds before she stops, giggling. “I’m a naughty girl, aren’t I?” she says.

“In the best way!” you tell her, as you take a rather explicit photo of her pussy.

Katrina grins, then she climbs off the bed and resumes dancing. After the fourth song, she puts her clothes back on and sits down, a little breathlessly, with her knees slightly apart so that her thong remains in view. You take another photo, then put your iPad down. You and Katrina chat for a few minutes, then she excuses herself. Once she has left the room, you settle down for a short nap.

Katrina awakens you at four o’clock with a mug of tea, and then she gives you a sponge bath. As she quickly and efficiently wipes you all over with a warm, wet cloth, you find yourself getting a little aroused, particularly when she washes your genitalia.

Having patted you dry, she starts to apply lotion to your entire body, and you become increasingly excited. By the time she gets to your penis, you are fully erect.

At this point Katrina pauses thoughtfully. “Would you like another blowjob?” she asks you. “Or would you prefer something ... more?”

You shiver, knowing what she is really asking. If you have sex with her, it will probably mean your death ... but it would be a heck of a way to go. Another day alive with her would also be nice, but as each day passes, you will likely feel worse and worse.

Thinking carefully, you say,

“Just a blowjob please, Katrina.”

“Let’s go for it.”

You push your finger deep into Katrina’s moist vagina, and begin thrusting it in and out as she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you insert another finger alongside the first, and start rubbing her clitoris with your thumb.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you finger-fuck her faster and faster. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, pulling her uniform off her shoulders. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, pulls down her thong, and climbs on to your bed, completely naked. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her pussy.

You begin licking Katrina’s pussy, running your tongue up the groove from her clitoris to her vagina, and back again. After doing this a few times, you plunge your tongue into her moist hole, swirling it around inside her vagina while she expertly sucks on your cock. After a few moments, you return to her clitoris, and start sucking on it as you insert a finger into her vagina.

Katrina begins to utter muffled moans, but she is not even close to an orgasm by the time, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen up into her mouth. She swallows everything you produce, then she remains on the bed, undulating her hips while you suck on and lick her clitoris, and thrust your finger in and out of her. Eventually she moans loudly, shuddering as she climaxes.

Once she has recovered, she climbs off the bed, then she leans over and kisses you on the lips. You open your mouth slightly, and Katrina’s tongue slips in to meet yours. After a short but sweet French kiss, she straightens up. “Well that was nice, wasn’t it!” she remarks breathlessly. “Now could you turn over please?”

She lotions your back half, then she gets you into a fresh pair of pyjamas, and changes your sheets. At this point you decide to make use of your bedpan, and you empty both your bladder and your bowels while Katrina waits patiently. She takes away the full bedpan, and returns with an empty.

For the rest of the afternoon you watch television, until Katrina reappears with your dinner, which you eat in front of the six o’clock news.

After dinner, Katrina comes back in. “I’ll be leaving shortly,” she says, pulling her uniform off her shoulders. “Want to have a little play first?”

“Of course!” you reply happily.

Katrina drops her uniform on the floor, kicks off her shoes, pulls down her thong, and climbs on to your bed, completely naked. Straddling you, she settles down on your lap and leans forward.

You take hold of her breasts and gently massage them, tweaking her nipples between your fingers. Then you...

sigh, and say. “Oh Katrina, I do love you.”

bend down and suck her left nipple into your mouth.

slide one hand down her belly towards her pussy.

Your world goes dark, but you dimly hear Katrina saying, “Goodbye Charlie!” before you peacefully slip away.

Katrina stares down at your motionless face, at your half-closed eyes and the slight smile on your lips. Then she starts to cry, her shoulders shaking as she bows her head, making fists with her hands on your chest. Lying down on top of you, she hugs you for a while, feeling your cock softening inside her. Then she climbs off you, and gets to work.

Putting her clothes on, she carefully cleans your penis, then she puts you back into your pyjamas. Switching on your iPad, she deletes all of the photos and videos you have taken of her. At this point, she dries her eyes, then she hurries from the room and reports your death.

After your body has been removed, Ken Cresswell enters the room and looks around casually. Spying your iPad, he says, “Ooh – I’ll have that.” He tucks it under his jersey, and scurries away.

Later, Katrina is chatting with Geoff Binnie in the common room. “I’m sorry about Charlie,” he says. “I know how fond you were of him.”

Katrina nods. “Thank you,” she says. “Yes ... I really was.”

“Now that he’s gone ... will you be going back to wearing scrubs?” asks Geoff.

“Oh no,” says Katrina. “I’ve become quite accustomed to showing off my thong, and I don’t want to cover it up again. Scotty will just have to deal with it.”

“Excellent,” says Geoff with a chuckle. “And will you still let me ... you know...”

“Sure,” replies Katrina warmly. “How about I come to your room later, and take off all my clothes?”

“That sounds wonderful!” says Geoff happily. He raises his mug of tea. “Well ... here’s to Charlie.”

Katrina raises her own mug. “To Charlie.”

THE END

Your world goes dark, but you dimly hear Katrina saying, “I love you too, Charlie!” before you peacefully slip away.

Katrina stares down at your motionless face, at your half-closed eyes and the slight smile on your lips. Then she starts to cry, her shoulders shaking as she bows her head, making fists with her hands on your chest. Lying down on top of you, she hugs you for a while, feeling your cock softening inside her. Then she climbs off you, and gets to work.

Putting her clothes on, she carefully cleans your penis, then she puts you back into your pyjamas. Switching on your iPad, she deletes all of the photos and videos you have taken of her. At this point, she dries her eyes, then she hurries from the room and reports your death.

After your body has been removed, Ken Cresswell enters the room and looks around casually. Spying your iPad, he says, “Ooh – I’ll have that.” He tucks it under his jersey, and scurries away.

Later, Katrina is chatting with Geoff Binnie in the common room. “I’m sorry about Charlie,” he says. “I know how fond you were of him.”

Katrina nods. “Thank you,” she says. “Yes ... I really was.”

“Now that he’s gone ... will you be going back to wearing scrubs?” asks Geoff.

“Oh no,” says Katrina. “I’ve become quite accustomed to showing off my thong, and I don’t want to cover it up again. I just need to figure out how to deal with Scotty.”

“Good luck with that,” says Geoff with a chuckle. “And will you still let me ... you know...”

“Of course,” replies Katrina. “Just give me a little while to mourn, okay?”

“Of course,” says Geoff, nodding. He raises his mug of tea. “Well ... here’s to Charlie.”

Katrina raises her own mug. “To Charlie.”

THE END



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