So, we began to talk about ourselves. She was recently laid-off and had taken this job as a last resort. I told her that I had just been through that ...and we compared experiences. She was married, as was I, k**s, etc. The conversation began to flow like two old friends. We laughed as we moved from topic to topic not realizing the time. Before we knew it, it was an hour after closing and it was time to head out.Kate was dreading going home because her husband had his friends over for poker night. "Hey, thought you were wearing that black outfit you showed me?" I asked as Carol began slipping into a rather nasty looking red camisole that hugged her tits quite nicely, especially the way her hard nipples were already pressing against the tight thin material as she pulled it down over her charms. All she put on besides that was a matching garter and shear stockings, no panties, officially meeting the only real criteria as being "accessible" during the ball."Changed my mind," she said. If you walked in the door you went out in a box or on a stick." George said."So, termination was universal and without any kind of selection or preferential treatment?" No. It wasn't preferential treatment." George replied. "The review process was to weed out those who should have not been selected in the first place." George said."Why did Findley do such a careful review?" Regulations. There were pregnancy tests, blood tests, carcass classification that was honest. And we followed Sanitation. She lubed my ass hole, and started to put a finger up my ass. She said that she could not get a good fell of the gland and need to get in there a bit further. She pulled her finger out of my ass then started to put something bigger in.I started to complain that it was starting to hurt. She then slapped my ass with her right hand while holding me still with her left all the time pushing this thing into my ass. It then dawned on me that if she slapped my ass with her right hand while holding me.