“Janet why don’t you get up there under Gina and taste some true Italian pussy,” John said with a smile.I got up onto the bed and I started to k...ss at that big lovely butt of hers. I kissed and licked my way across both of her butt cheeks. I parted her butt cheeks with both my hands. I was shocked to see just how much hair this girl had around her butt hole.“Lick her asshole, Janet,” John said as I saw him pumping on his cock.I ran my tongue up between her butt cheeks. Gina moaned lightly and. Mindful of the bugs, I turned the radio on loud and Jamie and I talked. Jamie just couldn't talk about some things but other things came out easily.We found that he was born in Saskatchewan and only came to Toronto five months ago. Jamie had been caught in a sexual act with another male and the information became public knowledge. His family shipped him off to a maiden aunt in Toronto. The rest of his family had basically disowned him.This was tearing him up inside. I turned the radio down and. I was feeling really sick. I couldn’t imagine how I’d made such a stupid mistake. I started trying to think how I could retrieve the right book from the cloakroom and what sort of excuse I could use to bring it back into the meeting.Then there was the explosion.All hell broke loose in the meeting room. The Prime Minister’s close protection officers cleared her out of the place through the French windows that opened out onto the golf course. I reckon there couldn’t have been more than five. And wine–happy. And naughty. And everything else a woman’s body feels when she’s the centre of attention. Add to that, I was a tiny bit aroused from the massage, and wanted to show off how blasé and free–spirited I was. So, I found myself standing up and angling my shoulders in, crossing my hands over at the bottom of my tank top.I slowly lifted it to let my boobs loll out. In response, they let out a quite a cheer. I lifted the top over my head and floated across the room at them. It landed on.