0 comments/ 112158 views/ 9 favorites Jenny's Exam #1 By: Capstick XXX Production meeting minutes, January 20, 2003 Abridged: New Projects: It was decided that a new "Jenny Adventure" should be pursued. Mr. Richards expressed objections based on the subjects pregnancy and delivery of a new child last January. He questioned whether the subject would still attract the attraction of our target audience. Mr. Daniels recounted the financial success of our earlier video productions featuring Jenny: "Jenny Want's to be a Millionaire!"; Net profit to date: $450,000.00 "Jenny's Bicycle Race"; Net profit to date: $300,000.00 Further, Mr. Daniel's pointed out the recent explosion of reality based television programming, and how it was an untapped market for the adult film market. He further put into evidence a recent local news article referring to the subject. She was being recognized for her "donations" to the Children's Hospital. He had made descrite enquiries, and discovered that thes donations had consisted of excess breast milk. Further enquiries hadf assured him that the subject had certainly retained , if not enhanced, her former physical appearance. The groundwork of a new reality series was layed out. A gullable subject (Jenny) was to be enlisted in a Medical research project. Her examinations were to be documented and filmed in every intimate detail. Mr. Richards further objections were withdrawn when he was reminded that a suitable recognized actress would command a capital outlay of 10K minimum to start, where as Jenny was still our contactural property, and due no financial compensation. Circumstances of her present life mitigated her desire to have her past experiences aired in a public forum. The letter arrived Tuesday morning. The mail truck had sputtered up to our box at 10 AM, as was his MO. I waved as he drove on to the next house, trailing a smoky plume from his exhaust. There were the usual assortment of bills and credit card offers, but a buff cream envelope caused me to stop cold. The return address was from XXX enterprises, and the letter was addressed to me. I had foolishly thought that this phase of my life was over! I should have tossed it straight in the trash, but my innate paranoia controlled my response. I sat down at my kitchen table and tore the envelope open, just like a teenager looking for a college acceptance letter. There was a sheaf of papers enclosed, stapled together, and a sperate envelope inside. The cover letter was addressed to me. "You have been scheduled for a complete medical examination at the following office on Thursday, January 30 at 9:00 AM." It went on to list the address and directions. "Please complete the application included, and bring it along to your appointment. Your compete and candid response on this application will ensure that the examination process will be quick and no further disruption of your daily routines will be necessary. It is expected by us that you will cooperate fully in the research process. Any reluctance on your part may force us to consider a wider release of your earlier productions then we currently envision." Stapled to this letter was a copy of her original models release, foolishly signed outside the picture studio two years ago. "Shit, shit shit!" I swore, pulling out the application. There were several pages to it, and I cursed my youthful indescretions once again! I retrieved a pencil from the desk drawer, poured a fresh cup of coffee, and began to read: Dr. Plumbrook M.D.                                    Application for Grant Study#A-101200125 Plumbrook Research Institute 1 Continental Drive                                                PRIVATE : NOT FOR DISTRIBUTION Medina, CA 90025 Full Name:                                                Maiden Name: Street Address:                                          City, St. Zip: Day Phone:                        Evening Phone:                        E-Mail: Emergency Contact:                                    Emergency Phone: Date of Birth:                                                Referred By:                              List any known allergies to medications: List medical history (surgery, medical conditions, serious illness, family history, etc.): List any current medical conditions (pregnancy, diabetes, etc.): List current medications and dosage: I filled out the entries completely, and turned the page. Unfortunately, the requests suddenly became more personal: Informed Consent to Procedures: If selected, do you agree to participate in this study that will deal with sexual response?      Yes      No Will you agree to follow all instructions before, during and after the examination?            Yes      No Will you consent to video recordings of selected portions of the examination process?            Yes      No (Anonymousness of test subjects will always be respected) Sexual History of Patient: Number of different sexual partners in lifetime:                  1-3      4-6      7-9      10-12            Over 12 Have you had sexual relations with a member of the same sex?                              Yes      No If "No" to above question, have you ever had these fantasies?                              Yes      No Average frequency of masturbation?            Weekly            Bi-weekly      Monthly      Bi-Monthly      Never Please rank the following sexual acts in your personal preference, 1 being the highest (no ties allowed): __ Traditional intercourse, missionary                  __ Traditional intercourse, female dominant ("on top") __ Traditional intercourse, "doggy style"                  __ Anal intercourse, any form __ Fellatio, receiving                                    __ Fellatio, providing __ Digital stimulation, receiving                        __ Digital stimulation, providing __ Masturbation                                    __ Same-sex activities (all forms) __ Fetish: Female in submissive role                        __ Fetish: Female in dominant role Following are various short scenarios for you to review. Please circle your reaction to each scenario, with the thought that you are the participant. There are no right or wrong answers to these questions. Answering the questions in good faith, I flipped to the next page. I remain comfortable with my own sexuality, and XXX Productions certainly had no illusions over my virginity or chasteness: ……………………………… You have been invited by a close friend to join an exclusive women's-only exercise club. The owner shows you around on your first day. She is wearing a skin-tight thin white leotard with no underwear, leaving nothing to the imagination. "Staff" is emblazoned over her large left breast, along with the clubs symbol which is punctuated with her stiff erect nipple. One thing you notice right away is that all the club members are extremely attractive. They are also all nude. As you tour the equipment room, you notice that many of the machines have been equipped with bright colored phalluses. She leads you right up to a stationary exercise bike. In place of the seat, there is a thick pink life-like dildo. She mounts the bike, and carefully straddles the glistening shaft on tiptoes. You then notice the slit in the crotch of her leotard, as she lowers herself down on the object. Inch by inch it slips inside her waiting cavity. She begins to peddle the shiny machine. The slow peddling action is transferred to the shaft, and it begins to stroke deep within her vagina. She gives you a wink, as she bobs up and down in a slow rhythm. She bends over the handlebars, and her muscular forearms glisten as she grasps the handles. Her heavy breasts fall out of her thin top, and sway along with her steady motion, as she slowly builds speed.... Highly Erotic                  Erotic                  Neutral            Distasteful ……………………………… I was surprised at my response to this situation. I had always considered myself a committed heterosexual, but I had to admit that the scenario had created a response. I casually flicked my engorging nipples through my robe, and squirmed in the kitchen chair. My blood flow had certainly awakened! I continued after marking my response: You have volunteered to model at a charity event for the local Children's Hospital. You sit naked in front of a bright light as a stylist fixes your hair and make-up. This is your first experience at any kind of modeling or fashion shows. They taught you earlier how to walk down the runway. They wanted a lot of bounce and sway to your strut, no doubt to emphasize your large chest. You will be modeling an elaborate and expensive African headpiece, which you will balance on top of your head. Other models are rushing out as their names are called, and you are getting anxious. Suddenly they call your name out. You stand up still naked and the girl sets the heavy headpiece in place. You are forced to grab hold of it with both hands to keep it balanced, your heavy breasts swaying. You regret not practicing with it first, as it feels heavy and awkward. The stylist wraps a shawl around your torso, knotting it over the top of your chest. The producer screams for you, and the stylist shoves you towards the curtained runway. Something feels different, as you hurry towards the man directing traffic. African tribal music is playing, and the last model has just left the runway, and rushed back past you to the dressing area. The producer has grabbed your sarong at the small of your back, and shoved you through the curtain and on to the runway, into the darkened theater. The polished wood walkway extends into the room, raised well above the seated patron's level. As you begin your exaggerated prance down the runway, you feel the knot between your breasts loosen, and the garment slowly begin to slip! The garment is much shorter then what you practiced in, and you wonder if the stylist has made a mistake. You feel the cool air of the theatre caress your belly, and you begin to panic. Is the garment gaping open, exposing you naked belly? The knot slips open further, losing the fight against your heavy swinging breasts. You are only half the way down the runway, as the flashbulbs sparkle in your eyes! Highly Erotic                  Erotic                  Neutral            Distasteful ……………………………… I squirmed in the seat again. This scenario hit uncomfortably home. The Children's Hospital reference made me wonder. I did find it erotic though as an observer (unfortunately, I could have been the participant though!), and recorded it as such. This application isn't so bad, I muse, as I slide my stretch pants and panties down my legs! Slumping down in the chair, I part my legs and begin to tease the tender folds of my vulva. I flip to the next page to continue: Your husband gambled everything the two of you owned, and then bet your services as well. Now you are a bathroom attendant in the local Mafia's restaurant. They are requiring that you to wear a French maids outfit, which leaves you breasts exposed over a tight lacy border. The ruffled skirt is so short it leaves the bottom of your butt bare! You are allowed only thong panties and fishnet stockings held with a thin garter. High heeled pumps and a choker at your throat completes your everyday costume. Your duties are very precise. You great each man as he enter the bathroom, and flip the wall switch that lights the "occupied" light outside. You lead the man over to the urinal, and unzip his fly. You carefully extract his penis and testicles from his underwear. You kneel at his left side. If he is flaccid then you are to press up against him. Your breasts will wrap around his thigh, and your face will be facing his groin. You are to cradle his flaccid penis, and direct the aim into the sparkling, fresh scented bowl (You of course clean it thoroughly after every use). You reach up between his legs with your right hand, and gently tease and stroke his testicles with your well-manicured fingers. When he has finished urinating, you will continue to gently stroke and shake his organ, coaxing out every last drop. You will then wipe his groin clean with a fresh moist towel from your electric warmer, which you keep within easy reach. If at any time, the man should begin to grow semi-hard, you are to ask him if he would like you to relieve the pressure. If he says yes, then you are to ask him if he would prefer to cum on your face, on your breasts or in your mouth (your new masters are concerned about STD's). You are to perform fellatio eagerly and skillfully, to conclude the bathroom visit as quickly as possible. Always keep in mind that others are waiting. When the man has successfully ejaculated, you are then to clean him up as required. Never clean off or disturb his ejaculate from yourself in any way until he has left the room. If he has ejaculated in your mouth, you are to swallow his product in his presence, with a smile and a sincere "Thank-you sir". Prepare yourself as necessary for the next customer as quickly as possible, always maintaining a fresh and clean appearance. Flip the "Occupied" light off when ready for your next client. Highly Erotic                  Erotic                  Neutral            Distasteful ……………………………… What a disgusting scenario! I leaned back in my chair, and wiggled my engorged clit between my fingers. Chills ran straight up to my nipples, and my womb contracted. I marked off "highly erotic": You have been invited to dinner for the first time with your Fiancé's family. You are anxious to make a positive impression, as you are seated at the head of the table. Everyone has bragged about your future fathers cooking. He brings out a platter of elegant salad greens on chilled crystal plates. Serving you last, he gracefully places it in front of you, and takes his seat. As you bow your head for grace, a familiar metallic odor tickles at your nose. The prayer concludes, and everyone picks up forks to begin on their individual salads. Yours is covered with strands of a thick translucent dressing, crisscrossed across the greens. You glance at the others plates, and see only what appears to be ranch dressing. Your mother-in-law is now looking up, puzzled by your hesitance. You spear a leaf with your fork, thinking yourself ridiculous for your suspicions. As you close your mouth and begin chewing, the salty taste of semen is unmistakable! Thinking your Fiancé is pulling some kind of practical joke you decide to teach him a lesson. You eat the full plate with relish, even going so far to wipe a finger across the empty plate, and sucking the rest of the dressing off with your bare finger. He never bats an eye though, and with your finger still in your mouth, you catch your father-in-laws gaze. Did he just give you a sly wink? Highly Erotic                  Erotic                  Neutral            Distasteful ……………………………… Feelings and sensations which have laid dormant for the past year have been awakened. I feel like a veil has been lifted, and I buck my hips against my hand, increasing the pressure: Every Saturday morning you fix a large cup of coffee, put on some comfortable clothes, and go out into the garage. You keep your old John Deer mower parked off to the side, out of the weather. You love mowing the lawn. You find it very relaxing, and can spend the whole time daydreaming, enjoying the smell of fresh cut grass. Your husband always teases you, insisting that it's the vibrations from the old motor that you are really enjoying! Well, he's not all wrong, though you'd never admit it to him! The old-fashioned steel seat transfers everything right to your groin. Today, he's played a joke on you. He's mounted a thick fluorescent pink dildo, on blatant display in the center of the seat! Looking underneath, you can see it is bolted in place with a heavy nut and washer. With a devilish grin, you tiptoe upstairs and sneak a sundress out of your closet, careful to not wake him. Stripping, you pull the dress over your naked body. Returning to the garage with a bottle of baby oil, you slather the thick shaft generously. You mount it slowly, engulfing it deep within your groin. You sigh deeply as you settle onto the seat, and it tickles against your cervix. With a flip of the switch you fire up the engine, and the deep vibrations rock you deep like never before! Making sure the sundress maintains your modesty you head out to start on the yard. You can't wait for your husband to stick his head out the window and see you, wondering if you had left his surprise in place! As you work your way up to the road along the edge of your property, you slow down so that the next-door neighbor's automatic impulse sprinklers sweep by ahead of you. They wouldn't shut off for a while yet. You wave at a group from down the block out for their morning walk. You giggle as the dildo throbs away secretly deep within, just the thinnest layer of fabric hiding you from exposure. The sprinkler passes, and with a jerk you gun the mower forward towards the road and begin your turn. The engine dies with a sputter, stopping you next to the road. The group of neighbors on the road stop dead parallel to you. Feeling desperate, you hit the starter. It cranks and cranks but refuses to catch! You remember in all your eagerness to one-up your husband this morning, you never checked the gas tank! Your eyes widen in shock as you hear a sound growing louder, Ffssst!, ffssst!, ffssst! The cold spray of the sprinkler hit you square on the chest, soaking the thin material tight to your skin! You are drenched, and you cross your arms across your chest, knowing your dress has probably turned transparent. Looking back at your house, no rescue is in sight. Your husband is probably still sound asleep. Your neighbors are moving towards you, no doubt puzzled that you aren't getting off the tractor. The sprinkler is approaching again, and you feel anchored in place by your husband's surprise, buried deep within! Jenny's Exam #1 Highly Erotic                  Erotic                  Neutral            Distasteful ……………………………… Oh Jesus, I moan, picturing myself in that position. My first orgasm washes over me, carrying me away on it's soaring wings of ecstasy. I go along for the ride, reveling in the rush. When my vision cleared, I recorded my score (need you ask what?) and walked over to the sink. I ran the tap till it was pleasantly warm, and soaked a towel. I groaned as I pressed it into my groin, and washed myself clean. Returning to my task, I continued reading the application: As a result of a minor traffic violation, and the resulting confrontation with the officer (who wasn't impressed at you're attempt at blackmail), you have been required to perform community service with organizations probably much below your usual social class. Grudgingly, you show up to your first assignment, an inner-city school in an area you would never dream of entering. You are directed to a room, surrounded by people not worthy of your presence. You make sure that they are aware of your social standing and importance. You are seated in the office of a dark-skinned individual. You insist on a glass of bottled water, with lots of ice. These savages had obviously never heard of air-conditioning. Perspiration beaded your forehead and upper lip, and you will have to throw out the clothing you wore later. A menial clerk brought in a glass, of which you drank deeply. There was a bitter aftertaste that was not surprising, given the conditions these animals existed in. You are lead into a classroom, feeling oddly light-headed. It was full of people of indeterminate age. You are having a hard time focusing. You're clothes are being removed. You stare at the blackboard. "Sex-Education" is written in chalk with bold letters. You are helped up onto a padded table in the middle of the room. Your arms are fastened to a bar underneath. You watch fascinated as your feet are strapped to stirrups, and the teacher stares back at you through your splayed legs. He grasps your hips and pulls them down towards the bottom edge of the table. You're groin is now displayed to the class, and you feel only mild amusement at your situation. You feel your torso strapped in place. The following period of time is hazy to you, as different hands examine every crevice and orifice of your body, one by one. The steady baritone of the teacher fills your semi-conscious mind, as he directs and encourages his students to explore and learn. Highly Erotic                  Erotic                  Neutral            Distasteful ……………………………… Mmmmm. My breast were oozing, I would have to milk myself soon. I still had time to finish though! I leaned back and continued: Your pencil-dicked husband drags you to a porno shop. He's got some kind of idea to get his rocks off, and he just can't wait to try it out. He asked you to dress up like a whore. Here you are being dragged into this dirty book shop downtown bursting out of a mini skirt and halter top you haven't worn since you were a teenager. He struts up to the raised counter, and asks for a dozen tokens for two back booths. A huge man was behind the counter. He leers down your top as he hands over the tokens, six to hubby and six two you. He gives you each a key on a large plastic tag. You follow hubby as he trots down the dim corridor. He gives you a wink and opens the door to booth five, directly in the middle of a line of doors, one though ten. Your key is for booth six, so you unlock the door and enter tiny space. There is a video monitor in front of you, with a stool to sit on. The door is spring loaded, and slams shut behind you with a satisfying click. At least you are safe in here. You sit down on the stool, facing the monitor. You're hubby begins feeding tokens into the slot beside his monitor to your right. Some porno slut's orgasmic shrieks start blaring through the thin walls between you. A small square hatch opens in the wall, and his flaccid pencil dick appears in the opening, waiting for your attention. "Oh boy, is this exciting!" you think to yourself, with a rueful smile, as you stare at the pathetic organ. Suddenly, you hear the door to you left open and close with a solid thunk. There is a rustle from within the booth, and a hatch opens in this wall as well. A glistening monster of a black cock fills the opening, already half erect. You watch it in awe as it twitches up and down. You can almost see the rapid pulse of blood coursing through the thick veins wound all over the thick organ. The plum shaped bulbous head is growing before your eyes, mere inches from your face. You husband wiggles his pathetic worm back and forth, so you grab his limp dick between two fingers to keep him occupied. Meanwhile, you pull down your halter, exposing your heavy breasts. You grasp the meaty tool to your left. Your fingers aren't long enough to encircle it! You brush the puckered head across your erect nipple. A string of pre-cum wets your aureole as you rub him against your tender flesh. Your husband starts pumping himself between your fingers, as you raise the stranger's thick shaft up to meet your pursed lips. You give him a wet kiss, tasting his salty pre-cum. You suck him in, hearing his gasp of breath through the paper-thin wall. You flick your tongue rapidly against the underside of his shaft, as you ram the head against the back of your throat. You're glad hubby's monitor is so loud. He probably can't here you gagging on this man's cock, swelling at the base of your throat! Tears stream down your face, as you struggle to hold yourself in place. Hubby groans, and you feel the few drops of his seed trickle out onto the back of your right hand. Your vision goes black, and you see pinpoints of light bursting, as the dick in your mouth grows further, and turn to a shaft of steel. His bulging urethra presses against your tongue, and you feel deep spasms begin at the root of his organ. You pull back from his shaft just before you black out, gasping for breath. His shaft pulses in your left hand, and thick copious amounts of cum shoot all over your waiting face, blinding your vision. You feel dangling streams trailing down off your chin and nose, to splat wetly against your bare breasts. His dick slips out of your hand, and the hatch slams shut. Hubby starts pounding on your door, and you swivel around on your stool, facing the door. "What the hell!" you think, and twist the handle, letting him open the door. "Holy shit!" he said! "I've never cum like that before!" You are a mess, I mean you were just totally soaked, your face is plastered with seed. "We'll have to do this again!" he says. You can't help but agree. Highly Erotic                  Erotic                  Neutral            Distasteful ……………………………… This time I'm going to do it right! A few minutes later, I was drawing water in my bath. I measured in a 1/3 cup of Calgon Powder fresh bath powder, and put one of my favorite Beethoven CD's in the player. As the tub filled, I prepared the automatic pump from the hospital. After my delivery, I was producing an innordinant amount of milk. My doctor had suggested that rather then washing it down the drain, I could donate it to the Pediatric Ward at the Childrens Hospital. They supplied me with a state-of-the-art breast pump. I had found a perfect stand for it, which I placed next to the tub. Our only outlet was near the sink, so I plugged it in with a six-foot extension cord I had purchased earlier. I hung up my robe, and faced the mirror above our vanity. I was so proud of my body, as I took in my reflection. I lit the candles I had arranged on the vanity, and killed the overhead lights. My curves were bathed in a warm soft light. My breasts began to tear, my body recognizing the routine that I had established. I shut off the water, and settled into the warm, fragrant bath, leaning back against the angled back of our whirlpool so that my pendulous breasts hung clear of the water. I opened the bottle of jasmine scented lotion I was most fond of, and squirted a generous amount over my chest. I slowly rubbed it in, feeling my swollen glands begging for release. I pulled the harness of the breast pump into place, the straps already adjusted in the perfect position. My right forefinger rested on the adjustment knob of the breast pump, while my left hand settled on the whirlpool pump for our bath. I parted my thighs, and lifted my legs so that they lay upon the wide ledges of the formica tub, my vulva now facing the central water jet. I made the smallest adjustment to the breast pump, just the smallest of click adjustments, and the familiar throb of the pump underscored Beethoven's symphony. The pump was so light that the release my breasts ached for was not yet realized. The familiar torture of the pleasure/pain of release washed over me, and I moved it up one soft click as I flipped on the water jets to their lowest setting. The base throb of the water pump started, and I felt my nether lips being parted by a gentle wash of warm water. I visualized myself in a familiar fantasy, strapped spread-eagled to an examination table in front of a packed classroom, being probed by a succession of young and eager students. I was close to orgasm already, my self-control has diminished with the perfection of my techniques. I twisted the knob of the pump, and observed my nipples bulging obscenely through the clear rubber cups, that molded perfectly to my bloated breasts. Heavy streams of my own milk were being drawn into the bottle of the pumps, with rhythmic splashes. I picked up the application, and continued my "homework!" You are an executive secretary for a good-sized company. The executives occupy the top floor of the office building. Rules are different for the executive clerical staff, but the pay is outstanding. When reporting for work in the morning, your first stop is to the clerical dressing room located next to the elevators. You remove your street clothes, and change into your uniform. The executives wants the clerical staff dressed identically, they believe it promotes discipline. You have your own closet, where several identical custom-made black corsets are hanging. They wrap around your waist very tightly, and you have to really struggle to attach the clasps in place. The firm cups serve only to raise and display your breasts as if on a platter, leaving them exposed for all to see. All the secretaries on this floor are heavy chested, it is one of the requirements. Your hips front and rear are also uncovered, underwear of any kind is not allowed. Stay-up silk stockings and black fuck-me pumps are provided. You report to your office, which is an alcove to your executive's office. Your desk and chair faces the hall door and both are made of crystal clear Lucite, so that you will always be on display. There is no type of modesty panel. Your desk must be kept as clear as possible, so a visitor's view is not blocked. The wall behind you is a mirror, so visitors are also entertained with a rear view at all times. In front of your desk, there are two comfortable leather chairs for guests. The executive's inner office door is on your left, along with a low table adorned with recent periodicals and trade papers. The right wall contains eight file cabinets, stacked only two high, from the mirror towards the front wall. This forces you to bend over to file or retrieve anything. Of course rules require that you keep your knees straight, bend only from the hips, and your ass must always face any guests. You are only allowed to file when visitors are present. Files are allowed to accumulate on top of the cabinets till someone arrives. There is a small space left between the last file cabinet and the front wall, next to the visitor's chairs. A typing station is set into this space. Again, it is crafted entirely of Lucite. It is a highly modernized version of a children's school desk, formed all of one piece. The small desk area has a modern personal computer, hooked to the office network. A laser printer sits on top of the end file cabinet, right next to the station. The seat is what is so different though. It is simply a specially formed bowl, custom shaped to conform to the generous curves of your bare ass. You had to spend a very embarrassing day in their factory as they hand crafted the seat to your naked ass. It is tilted forward, so that when seated your back is arched attractively. Most unusually though, there are two contoured metal probes rising from the center ridge, perfectly positioned to penetrate both of your most private openings as you sit down. They are fixed in place, always on display. A thin wire extends from each apparatus, and is plugged into your PC. The ingenious part is that when you access the special word processing program that your office uses, the dildos begin to vibrate in relation to the speed of your keystrokes! The dildos have been mounted in such a way that the hum of vibration is loudly amplified, apparent to anyone in the small room. You have a wireless headset, so phone calls are no distraction. You are expected to turn out a certain amount of production everyday, so you must work fast and diligently when presented the opportunity. Of course, you are only allowed to work at the desk when a visitor is present! Accuracy is also stressed. Every Friday afternoon a disciplinary meeting is held with all the staff. One by one, every secretary is brought to the front of the conference room, and a chart is displayed, showing your weekly output and accuracy. The word processing program provides the report (you all have your own identities on the program). Punishment is then dealt out, according to a spreadsheet that the executives have created (items are always being added and removed, so it changes each week). Whichever executive draws your name is then allowed to deal out the specified discipline, right in front of the room. This will range from (best to worse): 1)      Spanking your ass 2)      Light whipping of your breasts, followed by spanking 3)      Masturbation with the dildo of his choice (they have a big assortment!), followed by spanking 4)      Anal violation with the dildo of his choice (I hate this one!), followed by spanking 5)      Blow job, swallow his cum, followed by spanking 6)      Blow job multiple executives, followed by spanking. There's more, but you never have seen anybody screw up that much (they would probably be fired!) Most of the time, you receive only a playful spanking. Moral is high, and once you leave the top floor, normal life returns. Highly Erotic                  Erotic                  Neutral            Distasteful ……………………………… I felt myself dilating, and my clitoris engorging against the pulse of the water stream, and I twisted the water flow control, aching for release! I arched my back, and directed my groin directly into the stream. Wave after wave of sweet release washed over me, as my hips bucked as if fighting a galloping horse! As I wound down, I dialed down the breast pump, relishing the sensations it added to my experience. Eventually I killed the power to my toys, and returned to reality. Reseated at my kitchen table, I finished the form. We ask that you review your responses to this application, and verify that all of the information is true and accurate. This information will not be released, and is being used only for the evaluation of suitable candidates for testing. Information received from unsuccessful candidates will be destroyed, or returned upon receipt of a written request. I have answered all questions truthfully, and all information provided is accurate X_______________________ (Applicant Signature)