"Who are you? Where am I?", she replied."Don't you recognize my voice?" It sounds familiar, but I can't place it." You should know this voice. It's...the same one that's on the outgoing message of your answering machine", I replied softly."But I made that tape..." Yes, that's right. I am you", I said. I stepped out into the light where she could see me. I ran my left hand down along the silk dress and gave her my best smile. The dress felt nice against my body. It was custom tailored for. About a dozen guys crowded around the stage, watching and occasionaly reaching up to fondle the girl's body.Susan was fascinated, moving closer to the stage to watch the erotic action. Several men moved closer to Susan, but she just watched the action on stage, seemingly oblivious to the hands stroking and fondling her body.The performance ended and the girl slipped on a dressing gown and went to the bar in the corner to get a drink. Susan went over to chat to her. Returning to Malcolm, and. She hadn't moved his hand, his fingers still pressed onto her genitals, her mouth open in surprise. Lauren mouthed a voiceless shout. Logan ... What the fuck!He felt bad suddenly. He knew he'd done wrong, tried to yank his hand back. Lauren held firm, unwilling to give up control of the arm which had moments before been pawing her crotch. Logan saw her glance down. His penis was still out! He quickly stuffed it back in his pants and did his best to look defeated. He'd been so close to orgasm. When he hit the night shift-log, it was a very different story. Every minute was allocated with a location of the job. It was followed by a description of the problem, who worked on it and then how it was solved. Each entry had a list of any parts that had been booked out, repaired, replicated or recycled.He noted that Lee’s name was against most of the entries. He even found that if she was working with one or more of the other crew members on her shift, she tended to input the reports for all.