I grabbed her nice juicy boobs with one hand and hair on the other for grip and started pounding her pussy. She turned her head around and would smooc... me. The air around was filled with animalistic grunts of “ah ah ah ah ah ah” & muffled “fuck fuck fuck” and the pounding of our bodies. We were copulating like untamed beasts in that room without a worry of being caught by others. Because of sounds.I continued pounding that pussy for maybe 7-8 minutes post which she shut her eyes, opened her. Then I put my hands around his waist and looked-up into his face. He was looking down with that grin on his face. “Can I kiss you?” I asked, using the girly-voice I’d used when I was talked to Mr. McAllister. Sam grinned and nodded. I pressed my body against his, and stood on my tip-toes. He had to lean down a bit, but soon our mouths were together. As we kissed, I held him tightly and slowly moved backward. I don’t think Sam realized what I was doing. After a while, I. I held it up in front of her face for a few seconds. Then keeping my eyes on hers, I slowly lowered my hand until it was out of sight. Below the table. She continued to look back at me in complete bewilderment for several seconds. I could tell when she got it because she suddenly began breathing quickly through her mouth. I waited. This time there was no argument, silent or otherwise. She was sitting with her back to the rest of the room, and first she looked carefully around her. Serving time. It won't hurt to take this for a little test drive, she thought to herself. They'll never know. They don't even know I've been working on it. I mean, yeah, technically it was made with company equipment, and technically, in the legal sense of the word, they "owned" it. But it wouldn't even exist if not for her. And they certainly wouldn't miss it.As it was, it would be months, maybe years, before this went to human trials. Electrochemical stimulation? Didn't sound particularly market-friendly..