And so he bloody well should, you think indignantly. You didn't get to look this good by accident. You're only surprised by the sharp buzz of pleasure...you feel at the realisation you've made a huge impression.He points to the chair in front of his desk. You wait for him to sit before you do. That's partly out of politeness, but mainly because you want him to hear your bare, summer legs whispering together as you cross them.Stockings are good for that, but bare skin is better.You thought hard. It had been a huge effort to protest for so long, despite the generally mild spring sunshine and the cushioning mass of thousands upon thousands of fellow protestors. It was Trafalgar Square that had been London's main focus for protest. Over the last few weeks it had more or less become Iris' home. It wasn't that she had much else to do, of course. She had no job to go to. But then who did these days? All the expenditure on her education had been wasted and the government's employment. You've been a great audience and I think you are entitled to view the Hawaiian hula-hula in its original form, and in a way in which it has only rarely been done since the days of Kamekameha The Great." She signaled the orchestra and all of the instruments remained silent but for the dull, hypnotic beating of the drums and the sharper, rhythmic clatter of the hardwood sticks on gourds. She fumbled for a moment behind her, then her halter top came off to be tossed off the floor of the stage. Her. Looking back to the others with a silly grin on his face.“You have me at a loss” Penny sneered. “Muffing! What the hell is that?”“Just sit you down in that chair…don’t you worry none! If you’ve never had it…believe me you’ll really enjoy it” Ron smiled.As Penny sat back into the chair Billy put his hands behind her easing her towards the edge, then spread her legs wide; Penny wasn’t to sure as to his intentions. Until he put his head down between them, his tongue going straight to her clit.