I told him that he should take off my shirt, which he immediately did. Then he opened my bra and started to lick my nipples and kissing my breasts. Wi...h his hands he started to stroke my legs, he started at my knees, slowly going up some more. He was stroking the inner side of my legs and I've noticed that I'm already wet. His hand got under my skirt and he was pushing my slip to the side, and with his fingers he started to massage my wet pussy, until he decided to push two of his fingers deep. Anderson. As per the Registration, which he signed, we are permitted to obtain blood and urine samples, which we will be doing now."Mom demanded to see my Registration, which was quickly produced, and it did indeed grant them permission to do exactly as he'd said. It bore my name and signature too.They took their samples of my blood, and I adjourned behind a canvas flap to pee into small bottles while being watched doing so by a "Designated Peeing Watcher". I don't know what the job title. During the lunch hour, the snowstorm lessened. James felt a little better, despite the rejection of his benefits claim. Miss Martin was easy to talk to. She spoke few words, but those that she did were worth listening to. So far, she had been honest in everything she said, with the dripping sympathy left out. She was a plain, sexless woman, not good material to be a potential bed partner. She was, however, worth cultivating as a friend, if he could find a way to contact her again."Things have a. I was so hard that if she had still been in the house, I would have had to find her and fuck her. She had a sexy but thoughtful look as she disappeared into the bathroom. I forwarded to her exit, now wearing her shorts, top, and running shoes. She had the crotchless pantyhose in her hand, seemed undecided, then stuffed them into her purse. I knew I would have to have her again. She was one hot fuck. Mother would love to have her too. That thought made me wonder when I would be welcomed back.