No, you asked Brad for help.

I peered down the hallway and spotted Brad heading this way. I waved him down and showed him the trouble.

He shrugged and frowned and agreed to help.

"I'll be ever so grateful!" I joked, fluttering my eyelashes at him. He smirked, disassembling the machine.

He bent over, reaching into the machine, and his jeans pulled tight on his well-toned ass. Playing into my fluttering eyelashes, I causally let my hand glide down the back of his pants, daring to wander between his thighs.

"Ever so grateful..." I whispered, my hand continuing to wander further than I'd ever intended, feeling his hot, stiff bulge.

"Um..." He swallowed, pulling himself up and turning, his cock obviously very hard. "Got it..." He said, holding up a crumpled piece of paper.

"Thank you..." I stepped toward him, one hand sliding down the front of his jeans, the other undoing them. "So, so much..." I wrapped my fingers around his cock just as I was able to pull it free, my hands stroking his length gently as my body pressed into his.

"Cindy, what the fuck are you doing..." Brad said softly under his breath as I slid down to my knees in front of him.

"What does it look like?" I said sweetly, teasing the tip of his cock with my tongue.

"The fuck!?" Kelli shouted, stepping into the copy room.

Brad nearly jumped, and I just managed to giggle as his cum started pumping into my face as Kelli watched in disbelief.