Terminate the Terminator
- 1 year ago
- 28
- 0
A Humiliating RMI Scan (Englisch) free porn video
Well, how can a shoulder RMI scan be sexually exciting? By carelessness, ignorance and ... coincidence.
On a warm summer day I had an appointment for the scan. Considering it was around my shoulder, I dressed as usual. I was very surprised when a pretty lady told me in the dressing room that I could keep everything except my pants. I pointed out to her that I was standing there for my right shoulder, to which she replied that this was indeed the case, but that the RMI did not tolerate metal, and since the zipper contained metal it had to be removed; take it easy I will soon inject the reaction liquid, she said.
Well, calm down; I looked great there, because of course I was wearing one usual for me, but for the most people special, panties.
Fortunately, I had left the house without the padlock on my dick, otherwise I would have been in a mess even more, because of course I never have the key with me and a passage to the surgery department to have a scan taken is by far too radical.
Well, with a head almost as red as my panties, I came out of the changing room where the lady was waiting for me. After a somewhat confused look, she smiled and asked me not to follow her, but to go to the room she pointed to. Well seen from her because that way she could calmly assess my bare buttocks (you have already understood that it is a string model).
I already said it was a warm, say, hot day. I only wore a light shirt that covered my buttocks but not much. She had a good reason to take off her white overcoat once we arrived in the room because it was very, not to say steaming hot in there. Her outfit might be seen too: a semi-transparent blouse with a few buttons open above a short skirt.
She kindly told me to sit down on the treatment table while she sat down on a low stool. A nice view from above and a suspensive skirt from below was my reward for climbing on the table. Now I am not a perverted horny but with such a picture of a sweet, handsome woman, a late thirties, I still felt something move. She might as well but what I did notice was that she saw something move.
She remained professional though, but it took a long time for the reaction fluid to be injected into my arm, perhaps because her gaze was always wandering; just like mine by the way ... spray and arm turned out to be of little interest to us ... how could that happen anyway.
It couldn't go on, we had to wait a little afterwards for the reaction liquid to flow through, so that we still had time for a little small talk in which we looked at each other, but regularly looked away so as not to miss too much of the goodies.
A (un)lucky incident never comes alone. A North African family was waiting between the room and the RMI scanner (man, woman with headscarf and a handsome daughter of about 16-17 years old) and could also enjoy front and rear views. The scan was placed in such a way that I lay with my feet in their direction so ... you can already see the picture in front of you.
When I was allowed out of the device they were gone and my dear lady told me that she had found it very pleasant and that everything went perfectly. I in turn thanked her for the nice atmosphere during the examination.
So you see that coincidence can push you into such a humiliating situation that, if you want to stage it yourself, it is beyond any imagination.
Since we are both happily married (and -snif- the scan was successful), it remained at this one, exciting, encounter.
(precise report of a real incident)
On a warm summer day I had an appointment for the scan. Considering it was around my shoulder, I dressed as usual. I was very surprised when a pretty lady told me in the dressing room that I could keep everything except my pants. I pointed out to her that I was standing there for my right shoulder, to which she replied that this was indeed the case, but that the RMI did not tolerate metal, and since the zipper contained metal it had to be removed; take it easy I will soon inject the reaction liquid, she said.
Well, calm down; I looked great there, because of course I was wearing one usual for me, but for the most people special, panties.
Fortunately, I had left the house without the padlock on my dick, otherwise I would have been in a mess even more, because of course I never have the key with me and a passage to the surgery department to have a scan taken is by far too radical.
Well, with a head almost as red as my panties, I came out of the changing room where the lady was waiting for me. After a somewhat confused look, she smiled and asked me not to follow her, but to go to the room she pointed to. Well seen from her because that way she could calmly assess my bare buttocks (you have already understood that it is a string model).
I already said it was a warm, say, hot day. I only wore a light shirt that covered my buttocks but not much. She had a good reason to take off her white overcoat once we arrived in the room because it was very, not to say steaming hot in there. Her outfit might be seen too: a semi-transparent blouse with a few buttons open above a short skirt.
She kindly told me to sit down on the treatment table while she sat down on a low stool. A nice view from above and a suspensive skirt from below was my reward for climbing on the table. Now I am not a perverted horny but with such a picture of a sweet, handsome woman, a late thirties, I still felt something move. She might as well but what I did notice was that she saw something move.
She remained professional though, but it took a long time for the reaction fluid to be injected into my arm, perhaps because her gaze was always wandering; just like mine by the way ... spray and arm turned out to be of little interest to us ... how could that happen anyway.
It couldn't go on, we had to wait a little afterwards for the reaction liquid to flow through, so that we still had time for a little small talk in which we looked at each other, but regularly looked away so as not to miss too much of the goodies.
A (un)lucky incident never comes alone. A North African family was waiting between the room and the RMI scanner (man, woman with headscarf and a handsome daughter of about 16-17 years old) and could also enjoy front and rear views. The scan was placed in such a way that I lay with my feet in their direction so ... you can already see the picture in front of you.
When I was allowed out of the device they were gone and my dear lady told me that she had found it very pleasant and that everything went perfectly. I in turn thanked her for the nice atmosphere during the examination.
So you see that coincidence can push you into such a humiliating situation that, if you want to stage it yourself, it is beyond any imagination.
Since we are both happily married (and -snif- the scan was successful), it remained at this one, exciting, encounter.
(precise report of a real incident)
Elle
- 16.05.2022
- 25
- 0
Humiliating Housewarming party 1
- 4 years ago
- 44
- 0
There and BackChapter 89 Arming and Disarming
- 3 years ago
- 16
- 0
