Someone had been turned. It definitely wasn't him. So it had to be Luke orworse, Charles. It didn't matter who, so long as Quentin could get toCharles... equipment. He could call for an escape. Two more employees steppedin front of him in front of the elevator."Mr. Quentin, we're afraid we need a word with you," they said in almostperfect unison. "Please come peacefully with us. We promise you'll leave in abetter mood." No, bitches, I think I'll keep going. Where are the stairs?" They're broken.". The one good thing about this God awful trip is Monica.Monica is ten years older than me. She was fast approaching middle age. Not that you'd know it. She is young at heart. She looks like a former glamour model, even if it's one on a downward slope. Tall, blonde, relatively slim with a healthy chest but fighting the crows feet and laughter lines. The office flirt. All the men love her. But so do the women. Basically, Monica is best summed up in four letters. MILF. As John crudely put itBut he. “Let me see what you are looking at. Is that the only thing you have to look at while you jack off your cock?” She pulled my right hand away. “No you don’t, let me see what you have there that you want to hide!”She gasped as she saw my cock and balls. It was for the first time since I had been in diapers. “I had not realized that you are no longer a boy. With a cock like that, you are a man!”She was licking her lips, there was a gleam in her eyes that I had never seen before. “I guess that now. ”She just chuckled and closed her eyes with her neck bent backward with her fingers pulling Vikram’s hairs.Click…click…I had already started rubbing my dick over my pants now. It was too much burden for my eyes. After some poses, she stood and lead Vikram towards the door by his hand. Her boobs were tight and didn’t sway or bounced much, but her body still looked like a teenage girl.Anu didi now bent down on her knees with her two fingers on his underwear straps. She again gestured me to come.