If you don't want to participate we can't make you, but if you're going to do it, you need to do it to our schedule." Laura groaned inwardly. She couldn't not participate - her blackmailer would kill her. Reluctantly, she stepped out into Royce's view again. She tried to position the bundle of clothes so as to cover both her boobs and her vagina, but then realized she had to give them to Royce anyway, and so reluctantly handed them over, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze. Royce grinned. He reached into the pile of clothes and extracted the wet panties, holding them with one hooked finger. "Did you have an accident?" he mocked. Laura tried to ignore him. "Dr Windred's room, or the... room with the chair?" "Are you in a hurry for the chair, are you? Want a cock in that college little lesbo cunt of yours?" jerking Laura flushed with fury. The worst bit was that she was still aroused. Surely this kind of ass-hattery would get in the way of her sexual buzz? But it wasn't, and it turned out that Laura could be incredibly angry and incredibly horny gay at the same time. She DID want the plastic cock in her cunt. So, she just stayed silent and waited for Royce to answer. "The chair," he said finally, laughing. "Go on, twink hop along, little bunny." Laura gratefully ran from the room, almost sprinting down the corridor to reach the testing room and get out of his sight. The room was just as before - the custom-built chair, the screen, and the video camera. Laura noted the camera was already recording. To her relief Amy was here, and Royce didn't appear to have uncut followed. Amy smiled at Laura and motioned to the seat. "Sorry about leaving you to Royce, but we're all professionals here." Another guy stepped up behind her and immediately jerking dipped his swollen, purple head into her womanhood. I pull your panties aside a little and kiss your slit then tease it and lick through it. Go to the girl's gym locker room. I know what she wants and slowly inch by inch I slide a finger into her wetness and start to slowly massage her pussy. I asked but you did uncut not reply. I don't hate you Amy. Emily reminded her of the activities before Amy passed out. Julie leaned even closer so I could college feel gay her breath on my face. Who are you? He replied back that he was happy for her and that she should take this break. Atrin chuckled a little and shut the door, “This is the Good General… I think he’s the oldest mousing cat in the Palace.” Moreover, having used my computer to look up how unallowed it was for us to be doing sexy stuff together made me feel devilishly twink naughty; like a bad boy in disguise. Ryan Grabbing her at the ankles, the tech tugged at her forcefully and her clear plastic-bagged corpse slid unceremoniously from the drawer it had occupied for nearly two days onto the metal tray of the gurney he had gotten for her. Ealaín's hand touched my shoulder, giving me a reassuring squeeze.