”“If we don’t unplug and take them, we can’t prevent data from being changed and erased,” he answered. He was definitely a little nervous. H... obviously knew how to unplug cables, but I had a feeling that he didn’t really know much about computers.“I see,” I said. “But taking the servers isn’t going to get you what you want.”“How do you know what we want?” he asked.“The search warrant says to search for paper or electronic files that evidence embezzlement or fraud on the part of senior. I don’t think it would have been too much at all. The idea of hearing the intimate details excites me.”I was quiet for a time, just looking at her. I remembered the first time I saw this woman and thinking that she was a lovely young thing, but the circumstances of her immediate problems put all of those sorts of thoughts out of my mind. Now, however, this turn of our conversation redirected my thinking.“She was ... aggressive is probably the word I want. She initiated our intimacies at least. She was barely aware when he lifted himself up on his hands and went wild in her ass, pounding out his orgasm into her. She felt him pull out, and then slide the dildo out of her. She was sliding gently down off her high when he sat on her back, and unlocked her hands. She didn’t resist as he pulled them around behind her back and locked them together there. Exhausted, she lay there on the floor, vaguely wondering what was next. There was the sound of a zipper on some kind of bag, him getting. Timmy's jaw dropped, and he gawped at her. She started to feel a bit self conscious. She waggled her wand again, and Timmy felt a strange sensation in his pyjama bottoms. His 'special friend' started to chuff like a train, getting bigger and larger. Tingaling gave him a suggestive smile, nodding down at her neatly trimmed pussy. "Wanna put your train in my tunnel?" Timmy stripped in seconds, his rampant train getting some Christmas kisses from Tingaling before she took him in hand, then.