I was at pmh today for a blood test. When I went in the technician was this young, cute east Indian woman.
She has me stretch out my right arm and make a fist so she can get a vein. Then she scoots up close on her little stool. But when she does this my fist is right in her cooch.
I look up and start to move my arm. She grabs my arm and whispers keep still. Then she starts rubbing herself against my hand and all the while she is talking dirty in my ear.
All at once she finished with big gasps holding my arm. She takes my blood, gives me a kiss and gives me her number.
Call me she says and we can do more in the same vein.
How much blood does she think I have?
She has me stretch out my right arm and make a fist so she can get a vein. Then she scoots up close on her little stool. But when she does this my fist is right in her cooch.
I look up and start to move my arm. She grabs my arm and whispers keep still. Then she starts rubbing herself against my hand and all the while she is talking dirty in my ear.
All at once she finished with big gasps holding my arm. She takes my blood, gives me a kiss and gives me her number.
Call me she says and we can do more in the same vein.
How much blood does she think I have?
