Emily allows Chris to touch her penis

Emily pauses at the door and considers it. "It's a little weird, but sure." She says, turning back towards Chris and lowering her pants again. "Just don't get it hard, my clothes aren't made to accommodate erections, and it can take a while to go down."

Chris gives her a knowing smile. "I understand, don't worry." He kneels in front of Emily and gently inspects her cock. It feels warm and pliant, it makes him reminiscent of what his own used to feel like. He angles it from one side to the other, then tilts it up to inspect the underside. There's no denying it's real, a genuine cock. He feels it start to firm slightly under his touch and decides to let go before he gives his boss a boner.

"Satisfied?" Emily asks, amused at his level of interest.

"Uh, yeah, sorry." Chris says, standing up and brushing himself off. "I almost didn't believe it at first, it was just so unexpected, but there's no doubt in my mind that's a real penis." He says, temporarily too embarrassed to make eye contact.

Emily chuckles softly. "Yep, it's real. You can hang around a while longer if you want to see more proof." She says as she steps up to the lone urinal. "That coffee is running right through me."

Chris blushes and heads for the exit. "That's alright. I'll, uh, see you in the lab." He stammers on his way out.