The chair on which she sat was lower than most and the position was not all that comfortable. She did some adjusting before she settled down.

Wanda was astonished at how long the application was and at the top, she saw the bold print: ANSWER EVERY QUESTION. It would take fifteen minutes or more, she thought, as she busied herself.

Behind the wall along which Wanda sat was Mr. White. He sat in a chair facing the wall. He was stark naked and jerking off his cock evenly and smoothly. He had a marvelous, perfectly clear view of Wanda's legs. The one-way mirror, aided by the magic of the fluorescent lamp and the reflecting golden glow, presented a dazzling view of Wanda's legs. As she became more and more uncomfortable sitting there and filling in the answers, she fidgeted, twisted, squirmed. Each time she did, more and more of her lovely silken legs came into view. When the heat in the curiously unventilated room began to get to her, she hoisted her skirt high up to expose her panties and the plump mound of her gorgeous cunt.

Mr. White was grinning to himself. As the moments passed, he saw Wanda dip her hand down inside her blouse to tickle and squeeze her nipples. She even pulled the blouse down to peer at them in all their naked splendor.

Mr. White could see Wanda fingering her cunt through her panties. She ran her finger over the surface of them, as if the panties were a balm that she was rubbing into her flesh, and she poked her finger into her cunt, pushing the fabric of the panties between her folds. And then she spread her thighs wide, to Mr. White's extreme astonishment and joy, and pulled the edge of her panties to the side of her inner thigh. She stuck two fingers into her open cunt and withdrew them, tasting them. He could see the leather bands wrapped around her thighs as she ran her fingers along them, caressing them as she closed her eyes. He'd never seen anything like it before.