Let Dave Inspect you

You stretch your arms out to both sides and stand with your legs shoulder width apart as Dave moves behind you. You feel is skin on yours as he runs his hands long your arms up to your bare shoulders. He smells like Axe Body spray.

"Not alot of hiding places in this outfit eh?" he quips as his hands move to the front and gently grope just under your tits, touching the bottom of your bra. You can feel his breath on your neck and despite yourself you feel a heat start to generate from your nether regions as his strong hands trail down over your stomach to your waist. Your dress is so thin that he can probably feel the pantyline of your thong with his thumbs as his fingers just brush across your inner thighs. You gasp and involuntarily move your waist back - bumping directly into the bulge in Dave's pants. You freeze as you feel the obvious hardness of his member poking against his khakis and your dress, only a few millimeters of clothing separating it from being firmly planted in the crevasse of your rear end.

This is both mortifying and somehow an incredible turn on, but you can't imagine letting this TSA person continue to violate you while Amy waits for you to get on the plane - or can you?