Amelia called out from behind the counter where she was ducked down sorting merchandise tags.“Welcome to Spooner’s!”Emma walked up to the counte... as Amelia stood up.“Hi,” Emma began, “I’m Emma. I don’t know if you rememb-”Amelia cut her off with a hearty laugh.“Oh, I remember you! I hope you don’t think that stripping my customers and shoving butt-plugs in them in the middle of my store is an every day occurrence.”Emma chuckled awkwardly.“So what can I help you with?” Amelia asked, tenting her. How would those huge dicks feel in me back there, I wondered?I began to run the can in and out at a steady speed while I rubbed my clit. I could feel it, I was going to have a wonderful climax, I knew it, and I picked up speed with the can and on my clit. The water was splashing like crazy as I worked myself to a place I had never experienced before in my life. My whole body was tingling and hot. I was sweating and could hardly catch my breath as I fucked myself like a sex-crazed whore. Hell, I. “Yes - and yes. They did and they didn’t mind. But I don’t really want to talk about what I have been doing with others, it just doesn’t feel right to me.”That must have been the exactly right answer, since after that she didn’t quite open up, but she told me that she’d had an affair with an older married woman in her home town. Once their secret came out, she took the blame and disappeared to Aston. Like me, she was lucky to find a work in a place where the owners appreciated discretion much. Jane looked at the plastic tag dangling from his lapel. It was the man’s face with the name Graydon Russell running underneath it. She then looked over at Oliver who was staring straight ahead, ignoring her bloodshot eyes. The man christened Graydon started in, “Now we do warn everyone, without exception or omission that this simulation test, which both of you agreed upon,” he nodded a withered finger at them, “can be emotionally draining. And of course, we provide psychiatric care and testing.