As she sauntered past the guard, a large black woman, she was challenged. ?You, where’s your badge, ma’am??She looked down, then at the woman. ?Oo...s. I left it in my purse. It’s in our booth. Four seventeen. Psychometric Testing International. I’ll have to go get it.??What’s that in your hand?? The guard gestured toward the dildo wrapped in brown paper towel.?Uh?? Amelia looked down at the object in her hand and blushed. ?It’s a psychological test. Like an ink blot. You’re supposed to tell me. Jimmie was stripped down to my panties. They must have taken a hundred more degrading pictures after Donk returned to work before they were finished.Carl and Brian dressed and went out to thank Gary. They finally left and Jimmie and I dressed and went back to work.I was relieved when I returned to the waiting room. It's still full of horny men, many of whom are here more for the show than the oil change. But at least I don't know any of them.I knew Carl and Brian both pretty well in school.. I solved her indecision by vigorously rubbing both digits inside her entryways with determined assertiveness denying her any opportunity to escape my degrading familiarity.Pamela's angelic face was the thing that caused me to cease my efforts to rob her of her young girl dignity. She looked at me with such soul-baring dismay that I quickly pulled her undies back up and just sat her upright on my lap like a close friend in conversation about life in general and nothing in particular. Her sister. She continued her self-examination - what little she could exploreanyway. Looking down she found the guy in front of her was pullingupward on her left breast with his right hand. His middle and ring fingerwere wrapped through her nipple ring. He wasn't applying a lot ofpressure, but enough to lift her breast free from the corset cupsexposing her stiff, pierced nipple. She felt the two bodies shift withrespect to each other and realized it was a pair of penises she felt inher ass and.