For the next hour or so we kept drinking and chatting and were all getting along great. Neither of them knew I was sitting there in my tiny new black ...rena speedos and I was looking forward to having to get out for more drinks and give them a surprise but, both of them kept beating me to the punch and getting up to get drinks so my speedos were still a secret.I admit, the thought of a threesome had entered my mind but the conversation hadn’t turned sexual at all. Stephanie was getting pretty. ”One thing was clear to me. She wasn’t a pro, not if all she wanted was twenty for a blowjob. I hit the button to roll the window up and I thought I saw despair in her face as she probably thought the window going up was my turning her down. I got out of the car, locked it and said:“Come on. Let’s go inside and get you fed.”I offered her my hand and after some hesitation she took it and I said “I’m Bob and you are?”“Maggie. Maggie Toman.”Nothing else was said until we were inside and sitting in. It’ll probably take longer to hack that connection than it will to get my phone working.”“All right. I’ll just ease this door open. There. Look on the bench – there’s a phone charger.”“Great that’s a start. Now if we look down from that window we should be able to see into the lab.“Ah, the phone’s ringing ... Shit, it’s the boss. Hello. Yes ... Well we’re up in one of the electronics labs. Yes I know. Yes, Mike is with them. Oh you’ve seen the video feed. Uh huh. Yes. Well. But ... OK.”“What. I would often envision massaging that beautiful body. How my oily hands would roam over her muscled frame providing therapeutic and sensual pleasure as they explored each bump and crevice. My hands would cover her firm breasts and caress her sensitive nipples watching her body squirm with enjoyment. And finally, the tantric experience, which I have well mastered, would allow me to bring this fine lady to the brink of an orgasm and then beyond.At this point in my daydream, it would be my oily.