It had stuck with you since you were a kid, often getting bullied by your arguably feminine look, but you managed to ignore the most of it.Suddenly yo...u get snapped out of your reflection. The receptionist was calling your name and asking you to go into a room down the corridor with an elaborate list of instructions. Getting out of your chair and walking through the double-doors, you stroll along, looking at pictures of guests and potential winners hung up on the wall. Weirdly, each image was in. She jokingly agreed after I said that shes pretty drunk! She followed me up-stairs holding onto the bottom of my shirt the whole way.As I got her to the bed, I had a MILLION thoughts going through my mind. I wanted SO bad to just take my cock out and tell her to have her way with it. All of this made me even harder and I felt a ton of precum against my stomach. I sat her down and there was only the hallway light half illuminating the bedroom. I can see my wife's door was closed and I made sure. If the equipment was too bulky for my fairly small isolation room, the tests were done in my anteroom. As one example, a simple treadmill/ECG/breathing mask setup. The sort of thing any serious sports facility could have, but which was presumably obtained especially to test my physiology when running.Only very rarely was I taken out of my Isolation Suite, and that was only when the equipment involved was too large to fit through the somewhat wider than normal doorways this place used everywhere. They will be delivered in sets of six. As you agree to no fees, then you will be required to perform oral duties. Do you agree to all of this?”Oral duties! So that’s their fun. My cock stiffened quickly. Perform oral duties on this lady? Why not? I thought. Why not just jump in at the deep end!“Yes, Miss Dean I accept your punishment and will sign the paper”.Miss Dean went to the desk and brought out a piece of A4 paper. Obviously prepared in advance. She wrote ‘24’ in the number of strokes box.