The Lab was at the opposite end of the museum from the shipping and receiving bay, which were on level B1. The two levels below us were for long term ...torage of museum acquisitions. The level between us and shipping was for mounting and staging. The crew referred to it as the prep center.My section of the Lab was divided into two distinct sections. The restoration section and the preservation section.In addition to separate workbenches and tool and material bins, each section had its own. Helen got down. I hugged her from behind, kissed her neck and gave a little bite. She moaned. I started to lick and kiss her neck while she got hold of my dick and started to stroke it. I lip locked her from behind and rubbed her pussy which made her go weak. She trembled and arched her back.She pushed to the wall, kissed me and sucked my lips hard. She kissed my neck and went down to my dick kissing all the way. She even sucked and bit my nipple and played for some time.As she went down, she. Bounty stepped in after both shower heads were on. She spun Sara around and kissed her deeply, Sara returned the kiss. As they broke, the kiss Bounty pushes Sara to her knees. Once on her knees, Bounty pulled her head forward. Sara opened her mouth almost knowing what Bounty wanted her to do. She stuck out her tongue awaiting the golden flow. Bounty looked down at Sara and smiled when she saw her mouth open, and tongue sticks out. She relaxed her body urging her bladder. Her bladder. Thankfully she answered. She agreed to pick me up. I had a look at what had been done and saw the parking space, now vacant, and a line of black sutures that closed the wound tight. I didn’t think about it then. I simply felt numb as I climbed into my clothes and waited. Alison was late but I was so pleased to see her. I leaned forward to give her a kiss and somehow she moved and I missed. In the car, as she drove, it was silent. A presage of the coming weeks when she spoke to me only when.