They didn’t let me get dressed.

Roman found a clean drop cloth in the supply closet and spread it over the workbench. Julian locked the lab door from the inside and killed the overhead fluorescents, leaving only the warm pools of the bench lamps. I sat naked on the edge of the table while the two of them discussed the remaining sensor calibration like nothing unusual had just happened—except every few minutes one of them would step between my legs, push two fingers into the cum still leaking out of me, or lean down and suck a mark into my breast while the other kept talking.

“Focus,” Roman said at...