Her clitoris at stiff attention; upright, eager, humming with anticipation. While the fingertips and long red nails of the right hand circled his drip...ping glans. Feathery, elegant hand motions being made in perfect unison, like a dance of immense delicacy and precision, on his sex and her own.Slowly one after the other, she brought both sets of fingers up to her mouth, lowering her eyes as she did so to meet his, staring into his blue grey eyes with her own huge sea green ones. She began slowly. "What the hell is this!" she heard someone shout as she sunk weakly to the ground. Charles's arms were around her, supporting her up."Cynara," he said gently, unbelievingly, as he reverently stroked her cheek."I-I couldn't stop it, she came out of nowhere," she vaguely heard the man Charles was dueling explaining desperately."You just better hope that no serious damage has been done, for your sake." Cynara recognized Finley's threatening voice, and smiled.Charles tore the sleeve on her shirt to. Yes, a vibrator. What was going on here, I thought to myself. I looked at the address on the box. It was addressed to an Amanda Smith. I don't know any Amanda Smith I thought to myself. I looked at the address. 246 Moonlight, that was right in the next building. I had been here over a year and thought I knew everyone in the next building, at least by name. I thought long and hard. Suddenly something else became long and hard. Could Amanda Smith be red bikini girl? Am I really holding her. With many stenos, accountants, office girls. The office closed at five pm while the warehouse was a 24 hour operation. I schedule myself different hours and some late night shifts too. It was when I was looking to re-organize some of the traffic flow of merchandise that I got the brainwave. I was studying a plan of the old building and noticed that the offices joined against the unused part of our warehouse and the bathrooms for us and them were actually adjoining on the same wall. A men's.