And now she was naked, completely naked, in front of a strange man who was looking her up and down very carefully indeed. Even if he was gay it was still humiliating.

"Owwww, heyyy!" she gasped.

He had her wrists in his hand and had jerked her upper body way back so she was arched painfully.

"Sorry. Sorry. Just had to make sure there wasn't anything there," he said. "Okay, honey, now you can turn around and put your hands against the wall."

She obeyed, gulping back tears still.

His hands went first to her hair, sliding all through it very carefully. "Owww!" she yelped, as he pulled on it.

"Sorry," he said.

"What are you doing!"

"Some women hide things in their hair."

"How could you hide anything in hair?" she demanded resentfully.

"You could hide razors, needles, wires, other things. You got really thick, long hair. Here, we'd better remove these."

He pulled off her glasses and put them on the table. Amy blinked her eyes rapidly, everything going blurry.

"Okay, bend way over now, and spread those legs way, way apart."

He made her bend so she was almost horizontal, her heavy breasts dangling straight down below her chest. He nudged her legs a little further, then his foot hooked her ankle and she fell forward, clawing at the wall as she dropped painfully to her knees.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to do that. Here, why don't we do it over the table instead!"

He helped her up and brought her to the table. He kicked a chair aside and shoved her again the corner of the table, so the corner was right between her legs, and just below her light thatch of fluffy blonde pussy hair. He didn't seem to notice this, and his leg slid between hers and pulled them apart.