Jackie nodded. “Okay.” She handed Throat-sirica the GiG (Get It Guard) door lock and patted her shoulder.
Alena stepped forward and placed the GiG in its position, and the door chimed and slid open.
Jackie’s voice said softly just before the door slid closed, “Work hard, have fun.”
The room was standard hospital fair with a nice view of the rest of the city through the window. The natural morning light poured through onto the pristine bed and the patient waiting there. Mr. Meadows was a friendly good-looking man with a slight paunch. He was wearing a hospital gown and nothing else. His impressive cock was already growing, and Alena shivered a bit at the sight. She hummed softly and stepped towards the bed; this was it.
“Good morning, Señor Meadows. I’m Throat-sirica. I am proud to serve you in your recovery. How would you like to begin?”
The man growled, winked, and said, “The usual way, baby. Climb up here and give me a big kiss. Oh, and you can get rid of those clothes, if that’s what you call ’em!”
“As you wish,” the beautiful Costa American whispered. It really wasn’t much to take off, but she made an elegant and graceful display of it, laying the two light garments on the nearby chair and slipping off her shoes. Now that she was fully naked, she did a sexy spin for him to evaluate. The man in the bed looked her up and down and whistled. He shook his head gently, smiling broadly.