Continue questioning her and enjoying myself

As I massaged her breasts, I looked around a bit, making sure we were still unobserved. "What job do you have, Tracy?"

Her eyes closed a bit, from arousal, and she replied breathily, "I work in a warehouse, master. I catalog items for a shipment company."

"A warehouse?" I thought for a moment, squeezing her nipples through her top. "That would be a good place for a secret headquarters!"

"Oooohhhh... Yes, master. There are a few others who work there, but much of the warehouse is unoccupied. " She wriggled a bit under my attentions.

Still thinking, I said, "Are there any other women working there at the warehouse?" I began to slip my hands around her back, pulling her closer to me, enfolding her in my arms.

Her eyes closed a bit more, a languid smile forming on her face. "Ahhhh.... Yes, master. Three others. Two drive loaders, and there's a secretary."

"Right," I said, nodding. "Take me there. Follow me to my car." I turned and headed back towards it, releasing her, and flipping off the switch on my glasses, and I saw she was following me carefully.