One hand involuntary went back to her sports bra, as she contemplated what she might have to soon discard. "Your call." I said. I was pretty impresse... by the measure of calm authority I managed to fake. She stared at me. "Heads." I nodded my understanding, and tapped the interface. The coin started on it's fateful trajectory. Whatever the result now, there was going to be nudity involved. Looking at her, I could see that we both knew that we'd reached the business end of our personal. I was so intensely involved with the feel and fantasy of it being used on me, I didn't notice his approach behind me. He clears his throat just enough for me to hear him so, I swiftly jerk the nozzle away and turn around seeing his subtle smirk of approval on his lips. I tell him that I was just checking out his equipment, no exception, and I was just curious on how that particular one worked. He responds by saying to me, "Oh, I just completed repairs on that one and it does need testing. So,. “Err ... yes ... that’s me ... how, how can I help?” She looked past his shoulder and took half a step forward.“Well you could start by asking me in.” Her tone was one of confidence and forcefulness which had his cock perk ... and had him at immediate obedience to her statement, which was more of a demand. He stepped aside and ushered her in, his eyes skipping furtively about the office, assuring him that he’d not left any pictures lying around ... though he blushed nervously as his nose. Yes, I would grovel at the feet of these two nasty creatures and do anything they said. I would gladly play the subservient role for them "Yes, Miss Gina, I'll do whatever you say." "Okay then, you wimpy asshole. Get out of here. We'll be by your apartment to pick you up at 9 o'clock sharp tomorrow. Make sure you're ready! Be prepared for some pain, you prick! Oh...come here." She motioned for me to bend my head close to hers. Assuming she wanted to whisper something nasty in my ear, I did so..