Jake looks for ... something

Jake had asked if he could look for something, if he could just "poke around." And he meant it literally. As Abbie continued talking to the help desk team -- all the while giving them plenty to look at on video (as well as giving Paul a live show in person), Jake began to poke around.

He lifted up the back of Abbie's skirt, and touched his finger to her panties. They were, as he expected, dripping wet. He rubbed his fingers on both her asshole and her pussy. She began to wiggle against his fingers, which of course meant that her breasts began to jiggle on camera.

Jake pressed his fingers harder onto the rim of Abbie's asshole, through her panties. He brought his thumb down to touch her pussy as he worked his fingers around. Her breathing became a little labored, and Jake leaned over her head and said, "everything okay, Abbie?"

"Yup, sure is. Are you getting everything you wanted from this demo, Jake?" she asked, slightly stumbling over her words.

"Absolutely, Abbie. Thanks for looking out for me." He expertly pulled the material of her panties aside, and stuck a finger straight into her wet pussy. Another finger continued toying with the edge of her ass, but soon that slipped inside as well.

Abbie moaned. "So, uhhhhh, help desk folks. Does this camera record videos as well?"

"It sure does," said one of the men on screen.

"Look here," said Paul. "Just click this, and your video begins recording." As it recorded, Jake continued to finger fuck both Abbie's pussy and asshole simultaneously. "And if I click this, your image goes full screen for the recording, like if you were making a presentation or lecture."

As Abbie's image filled the screen, Jake got the best of all worlds. His fingers were in both her holes, her shirt was almost fully open, and not only were here breasts on nearly full display for Paul and three strangers on a video call, but the whole thing was being recorded in high definition with Abbie's face and torso in full screen.

"Wow," moaned Abbie. "This is everything. Well." She was running out of things to say.

"Do you have any other, um ... any other ... I mean, do you need to --" Paul couldn't seem to put a sentence together.

Jake worked his fingers into Abbie's ass and pussy, and she was both grinding into him and making a (failed) effort to stay more still up front as every jiggle of her breasts was in full screen hi-def.

Paul finally found the words. "Do you have any other questions, Abbie?"

Breathlessly, Abbie replied, "I think I'm okay. Thank you, Paul. And thank you, video helpers." The men on the screen waved and gave her a thumbs up.

Paul looked up at her, stopping to ogle her breasts for long enough to be awkward, before looking at her face. "So I think I'm done here?"

Abbie stood up to make room for Paul to get out of the desk chair. As she did, Jake slid his fingers out of her holes. As Paul shuffled about and collected his stuff, he turned his back to Abbie and Jake. Jake whispered into Abbie's ear, "do you want to taste my fingers?"

Abbie silently nodded, and Jake slid his fingers into her mouth. She sucked on his fingers for a moment, and then Paul stood up and turned. Jake quickly removed his fingers from Abbie's mouth. Abbie tried to inconspicuously pull her skirt back down, but reaching for it only drew attention. Paul's gaze went down, where he saw more of her legs than he expected to in an office setting.

"Okay, Abbie. You should be good now." He nodded at her, and headed toward the door. He looked back more than once, always checking on her exposed chest, and mumbling, "I think I have everything." Finally, Paul disappeared.

Abbie turned to face Jake. "Did you find what you were looking for?" she asked.

Jake nodded and smiled at her. "Doesn't mean I won't be back, though ..."