Yavi pulled herself out and stood in front of the keyboard. She glanced over at Tasha and Alex fighting and rolled her eyes at their inanity. Farhad s...ood next to her oblivious to the bickering going on behind them. "Well, Yavi ready to give it a try?" Yes. Let's begin the diagnostic." She pushed the main power control and then flicked some other switches. The monitor in front of them flicked on."This is one ancient interface." Farhad began typing on the keyboard."Look, Tasha, it's not a good. She had almost decided to go back to her own bedroom when she heard muffled voices. A couple of moments later, she began to hear a quiet "slap, slap, slap." accompanied by an occasional deep grunt from Steve and a squeal or gasp from Marcie. The sound of the slapping noise increased, then suddenly the speed of the noises increased also, as did the volume of the squeals. A moment later, those squeals built into a crescendo of screams accompanied by a loud, prolonged groan from Steve – then. The Cleaning Supervisor was an ambitious young female who for some odd reason found the not very handsome fat middle aged Asian irresistible. The offices like most had a First Aid Room which was normally used only during the day Monday to Friday with only one set of spare keys which was monitored by security and had to be signed in and out by authorised people I usually the premises manager, bourse or Cleaning Supervisor and was kept locked at all other times though the site inspector could. "It's very... different, M-Master," she replied, hesitating slightly at calling her son "Master" in front of her husband. She awkwardly reached out and stroked the shaft in front of her. "It's so big..!" she whispered, smiling in a very cute manner as she tried to come to terms with what she was already guessing her son had in mind for the evening. She spared just half a glance at her husband, and his caged cock, enough that he knew she had seen him."Greet me properly," Mike barked at his.