There were a couple of budding fights beginning to rear their bloody heads when Madam Orsa put a stop to all of the arguments by saying, “Each of yo... should decorate your own baton as you please without worrying about what the other girls are doing, except that Mara is going to do hers as a penis as Doug wants her to.” Well, that seemed to settle things, and the arguments ceased.That was when I broke in with, “Dammit, watch out how you are waving those batons around. They are not toys; they are. She made her way to the counter by the sink. She turned around and gripped the counter with her hands. "Those girls aren't like me." What do you mean?" I asked. Was she coming onto me? Was this fucking happening?"I'd fuck you so hard Mark. You have no fucking idea what my pussy can do," she said suddenly.Holy shit! That line alone almost made me cum in my pants. I didn't know what to say. "Um, wow. Thanks, I think?" Can you come here Mark?" She motioned me forward. My heart was beating so fast.. The poor woman was so ashamed that she made not a single sound, but her grunts of pain left no doubt about her displeasure about being treated in such a rude manner by complete strangers.The younger female was on her knees and her mouth was stretched wide by a laughing young stud with a long knife in his hand waving it like a crazy man. The poor girl was so frightened that she sucked diligently hoping that she might satisfy the boy enough to not use the blade on her skin or her precious hair. ‘When we get to that part of the exam, we’ll take a look.’ Joe said. ‘One of the things that Dr. Balkema did, that I really like, is that he took physical measurements of his patients. I’m doing the same thing because I think down the line it could be useful. If you don’t mind I’ll do that with you. OK?’ ‘Whatever you normally do is fine with me.’ Susan said smiling. ‘Should I take off my clothes?’ ‘Just your sweater and slacks for now…shoes and socks as well then put your hands on this bar.