At last something she understands. Of course she does!

Bria brightened, picking up the proffered pen. Bending forward she gave Ruth a magnificent view of her nearly exposed twins. "Not bad as far as fakes go. I'd love to pop them like I did those fakes that bitch Mary-Anne had," she thought, absently pointing to line after line and check box after check box.

Bria signed them all without looking, flustered by the old bats' eyes ogling her. She didn't even read the section where she could state the conditions or acts she objected to, instead initially the box that said, 'none of the above'. The small boxes above it included 'inter-racial', 'anal', 'gang bangs' 'double penetration', 'ass-to-mouth', 'condomless' 'unsafe partners' 'watersports', 'bondage', 'girl-girl', and innumerable others.

Bria would probably have objected to most of them if she'd been paying attention, but she was too embarrassed, turned on and mortified, wondering why in hell some ugly old dyke would have her practically orgasming in public just from being looked at. The old bat looked like she wanted to whip her, tie her up and **** her tight holes through the night. Her knees went weak, and she held onto the table until she finished signing.

"Oh, and what's your name?" Ruth asked after Bria straightened again, her hands clutching the edge of the desk for support.