No she continues to watch

A younger man walked over to where the receptionist had been taking in the events on her Instagram live. The woman who Jenn thinks purposely cajoled her into the lobby where she was eventually attacked by angry spun out mother Portia Campbell.

Cori was enjoying the boost her Instagram was receiving for the stream of Portia Campbell’s spanking and things looked like they were picking up further when the woman’s top was cut off and her breasts freed from the bra.

The purple haired receptionist hadn’t been at the practice long. It was at the request of her grandfather, one of the doctors, that Cori even had the job. The young woman didn’t want it. It was boring. Cori wanted to be a stylist. She wanted to make videos online of insane combinations that somehow work. The purple worked with her other dark features, giving a goth vibe done by Victoria Secret.

Now she had been pulled out of her area and into the lobby where her her slacks and tank top had already been removed by fast hands.

Cori spun around trying to cover up her body but there were too many hands. Soon her bra and panties were gone. She heard several people shouting at her.

“You could’ve helped control that girl.”

“You could’ve left that other patient back in her room.”

“You should’ve told us the wait would be longer!”

Then the shouts turned to comments.

“Wow look at those tits.”

“Curtains don’t match the carpet or should I say waxed floor?”

“Lord what an ass.”

The comments turned to physical participation.

Like Portia before her the woman was paraded and paddled with unbridled enthusiasm. Unlike Portia initially though Cori’s nipples were free and plenty inviting. She was touched and tweaked and felt and flicked. Thumbs rubbed them, palms caressed and one daring assailant attempted a quick lick with his tongue.

Cori’s poor body was sent through a tremendous tidal wave of pain and pleasure. The young woman wasn’t gagged and it almost didn’t matter because she seemed as if she didn’t know if she should call for help or cry out in ecstasy.

From her area of Jenn’s eyes swung to the door in the middle of the room as it had opened.