Even though this boiler room was no longer in use it housed some rather noisy equipment that pumped steam from the new boilers to the older buildings....The lights were on permanently in case maintenance were needed. Ron turned and glared at me as I laid on the pile of tarps and other discarded items. 'David, I know that you are the fuck boy of Grants Hall. So don't play that bullshit game with me.' I gasped for breath looking Ron in the face, his eyes were livid and his expression was. " What about the attic? I always wondered what kind of stuff you guys had upthere. You never know what kind of treasures you can find. I once found acollection of my dad's old dirty magazines." Sounds like an adventure."We grabbed a couple of flashlights from behind the bar and headed up to thethird floor to find the entrance to the attic. After looking for a few minuteswe found the door to the attic stairs and were soon in the attic.It turns out we didn't need the flashlights since the attic. This afforded me the opportunity to visit many of many former clients in a new capacity. It was actually a mechanism whereby I could scout out a target for my new project, a sister for Sissy. Funnily enough I found the target almost straight away, he was Sissy's replacement. The big question was, how could I lever him away from the factory? Two security officers going missing from the same place would have been too much of a coincidence.It was actually Sissy who gave me the idea, now all I. I gyrate my hips to grind my penis over the outer wet folds of her vagina. Kajal responds well by bumping her hips and gyrate it to grind our pubic hairs with each other and penis crushing her vaginal lips.I then bend the other side and in a go lift her other leg also making her go off floor. In an attempt to balance Kajal encircle her hand on my neck to hang on me and then I place her leg on my waist making her sit on my waist and hang on my neck, allowing my penis to rub over her open outer.