That was nice! I remember being 16 (not so very long ago!) and doing the same thing. I wasn’t sure what a “doona” was but from the context I ass...med it was an Australian duvet or something. I could tell that I was already a little bit wet inside just from anticipation. Luckily it had been a fairly sunny day (not always the case in England in September) so I’d been able to wear a summery knee-length skirt and a blouse, with a jacket over them in case it got cold in the evening. I touched my. I then went back to devouring Chuck’s cock and a couple minutes later was rewarded with a sweet load finding its way to my tummy as I swallowed every drop. I stood up and gazing into Chuck’s eyes gave him a smile and told him to regain his strength because I expected him to fuck me before the night was over. We got redressed and the outfit I was given to wear while serving drinks to the crowd was nothing more than a small white apron that wasn’t even long enough to cover my moist pussy lips.. While it was an impressive home in the elite DC suburbs used by high ranking politicians going back to Woodrow Wilson, it didn’t compare to the massive compound she maintained in South Carolina. While fancy, this looked a lot more normal, if you managed to look past the obviously armed men standing around watching the reporters who in turn watched them.They’d pulled up to the curb in front of the Senators’ home and as soon as Taylor was out of the car the reporters recognized him. It wasn’t the. His heart was hammering in his chest even as he saw the displaysin the window with the scantily clad mannequins and posters of buxombrassiere models. He held his breath and went inside.The cool breeze of the air conditioning hit him as he entered, followedclosely by the sweet smell of perfume. The walls and decorations wereall pink, and a girly pop tune was playing on the speakers. All aroundthere were several racks of women's clothes and lacy undergarments ondisplay. Even more than the last.