“So, you’re both good friends, right?” I asked, stroking my cock without shame as I stood in front of them. “I mean, you’ve seen each other ...aked before, I’m sure.”Lauren nodded. “All the time,” she confirmed, with a giggle. Yeah, the coke was definitely starting to work.“Why don’t you show Shannon how much you really love her, then?” I suggested. Lauren frowned at me briefly, then realised what I was suggesting.“What, you want us to lez up for you?” she asked, giggling again. I nodded with a. I had curves, too much here and there, and I knew it.Yet, I have learned long ago to accept and use what I had and was not going to cover myself. One shy person here was enough, so I pushed the straps down my arms and exposed my nipples. Cupping one breast, I teased the nipple and ran my finger over the other. His gaze darkened and he shifted, stretching his legs in front of him.Pushing them open, I nestled between them and sighed at the pure pleasure of having my bare back pressed against his. “You didn’t apologize for slamming the door in Chester’s face or for trying to hide your body,” I reminded her.“I’m sorry for looking at you like I did just now and slamming the door in your face, Sir, and for poking my tongue out at you,” she began. “And I’m sorry that I have to be the first pretty, naked girl you get to look at,” she said with a smirk.Right then I knew that Berry needed a more physical correction. She’d managed to apologize and still insult the youth, both with her words and. " Like FDR and Churchill." Exactly. We don't know for sure that this 'X' *will* try to kill them,but we daren't take any chances. If that is his intent then the receptionis an obvious time to make an attempt. Which is where you come in...."...and that's how I come to find myself in a ladies powder room in theWhite House, staring at my reflection. True to his word, Hoover hadpersonally overseen every detail of my 'transformation'. This had takenplace after normal office hours, in a room in FBI.