“Take off your underwear,” he commanded. She did as he ordered without hesitation, her ass rubbing against him slightly as she lifted each leg, in...turn, to take off her panties. Her bra unhooked and she dropped it to the floor. She returned her hands to the wall. His hand returned again to the top of her leg, sliding over her ass cheek, pulling it, squeezing it. Then, she felt both of his hands on each of her ass cheeks, squeezing and pulling them apart. She could feel that he held them apart. "Fuck that," she said once again. She flipped through her wardrobe looking for something else. "Not too obvious," she said discarding the low-cut white frilly blouse, one of her favorites, but definitely not for work. She couldn't remember the last time she'd even worn it out. She could only remember once when she had, she and Bill had gone out to a nice place for dinner, celebrating her new promotion. They'd had a fabulous evening, best food ever. Afterwards, they'd gone out to the parking lot. The lady quickly stated that I should have just said that from the get go. She said that there wasn't anyone there yet, but she would make sure I was taken care of. I really wasn't sure what she was talking about. I had never been to a place like this before and had only read a few articles on the web. Either way, red faced and hard as a rock I pulled out my 20 and she said that she would give me this one on the house. She handed me what felt like $30 worth of quarter sized coins with tits on. "I've just been studying some data from the late twentieth century. They're difficult to decipher as the data's stored on an array of proprietary hardware that uses several different encoding standards, but I think there's conclusive proof of government research into deep space anomalies at that time." Fascinating," said the professor, who was a man even more careless of his health and appearance than Paul. He had so often postponed his regenerative treatment that there were lines cracking.