She Grabs a Coffee

Stepping around the trio in the hall outside the kitchenette Liz tried to shake off a pang of envy. It felt foreign but seemed familiar. How could she not want to have a couple sucking on her tits fingering her while she stroke the one cock and fingers the other pussy back?

Isn’t it just natural to think of where or how to join in? Why did she feel the need to ask this? Was it normal?

Realizing the distracting trail of thoughts Liz reconstituted herself. She was going to investigate something strange going on. Oddly she felt like something in her mind just kept nudging her thoughts out to circle round every time the came close to seizing upon their target.

Janice. The name plowed through the cloudy arousal Liz was starting to recognize as not having started until she had come and stood near here. Shaking the question of why she was putting off getting any again.

How would a common cop know someone who was working here? Why would they direct a stranger to see them? Why did Jasmine just suggest the same? Pausing for a moment Liz realized she had yet to even try starting to pour a coffee, her arms were pressing her breasts together as she grinded against the counter edge.

Looking at the clock Liz wondered if she had time to go peek around on the 5th floor.

Pouring a cup of coffee she stepped over to the fridge opening it for some milk. Grabbing the carton she paused and gazed at it with suspicion. Something didn’t feel right about it, the unfamiliar box branding making her question whether it was suspicious or some strange new health kick.

“Mother’s Milk, the most natural milk for your body?” Liz read aloud with an incredulous look on her face as she dripped some into her mug.

Maybe the mail room was a good place to start.

They did deliver to everywhere in the building, they would be the first to realize something suspicious was going on, if not how something suspicious started...