One was a male, who looked like Albert Einstein, but with better hair.The other was what appeared to be a woman, who looked ten years younger than me....She was so ordinary that if she went berserk and killed both men, I would be hard pressed to describe her to the police in any detail. I mean I knew she had mousy brown hair, somewhat like my own. Hers wasn't as thin, or as unruly as mine, but it was close. Her body was thin and tough looking, something like a knotted rope. She had very slim hips. "Mmmmm!" I hook my fingers to the my top wall and begin to rub in and out, in and out, in and out. "Aaahhhhh!" I am on the verge of exploding when I hear Master, "Shall I get the cane little slut?" I stop immeditaly and remember Master's command. In my heated state, I decide to test Master's patience. It is a risk and could result in cane welts across my cheeks, but I really want to. I look over Master and see he is excited by my teasing. Oh how I want his hard cock to ease my need, but I. “Oh fuck,” Harper moaned with a giggle, looking down and seeing Jim’s penis just inches from her vulva, “put a baby in me.”The older man gave the young teen a naughty smirk and started teasingly rubbing the underside of his baby-maker against her damp, shaved slit. Harper moaned and squirmed, rocking her hips hoping Jim’s cock would just slip inside her tight cunt. “You really want this?” Jim said teasingly.“Yes,” Harper moaned, “I want you to get me pregnant!”Jim smirked and grabbed Harper’s. Let’s see how things develop next week with young Jackie.When I arrived at the office, I found the processing lads gathered having their teas and coffees and engaged in their usual banter and consumption of the tabloid media. We discussed how things were working and all seemed to be good as regards the new processing methodologies and there was a general air that the changes were positive in that processes were batched so meant that they were completed sooner and with reduced risk of problems.