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The camera sees everything, every nuance of your genitalia: everything, right to the very soul. Glimpses of the "Moulin Rouge" flashed through my mind. They read out the names, or rather, the older man did.
For the moment, I can only point you towards the clues: we require you to be broad minded; the job has necessitated examine you top to toe so to speak, and boyfriends often tend to be jealous. So perhaps it would be wise for you to assume the need for protection, just in case. I did so patiently, grinding out my revenge, forcing them to look at me some more. That gave me plenty of opportunity to open my legs. While I waited I reflected on how the presentation had gone. They sat chatting and smoking, filling time while the so-called dishy man of the previous day checked that our papers were all okay.
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