EXTRACT FOR
Strip Searched at the Border (And Fucked Hard)
(Vivian Foxx)

"Legs. You open legs."

The woman gestured at Jennifer with a finger that was coated with goo. Jennifer spread her legs

obediently, hoping that the humiliation would be brief. She realized as the bull dyke leaned in

that the woman wasn't wearing any therapeutic gloves. The second the thought crossed her mind,

she felt the slick sensation of fingers landing on her sex.

Jennifer had been examined countless times before. She was a grown woman, after all, and a

mother to two children. One of those children was nearby, hopefully safe in another room. But

Jennifer was naked with her legs spread open, and she was being examined by an extremely

dubious woman.

Her touch was inappropriate from the very beginning. Instead of checking Jennifer's vagina for

contraband, the woman lazily drew her finger over Jennifer's lightly moistened lips. It was a

subtle hint. It was a preview of the lewdness that was to follow.

Jennifer tried to close her eyes. When that failed, she tried to look directly above her head.

When she did that, she ended up making eye contact with the woman, who was gazing directly

into her eyes. She kept waiting for the fingers to check her pussy, but the woman was merely

drawing them across her sex. Jennifer hated the woman for it, and she hated herself even more

for the way her body was starting to respond.

"You like, no?"

Jennifer didn't speak the woman's language, but she knew exactly what she was saying. The

only answer she offered her was a sneer. Detective Omar said something in his language that

made the woman laugh. But then the woman leaned forward and twisted one of Jennifer's hard

nipples.