Since it was a gay party, things were quite open in the club. He did keep his hand on my back and caressed me and said Hi. I responded too and we had ... drink together and the conversation was sufficient to know each other. He was wearing a dark blue jeans and a white shirt. The shirt was out and the first button was also open giving a sneak view of his chest making me little horny. I was wearing a casual khakhi pant with a shirt. We had 2 drinks and the tipsy mood was on and he did hold my. "Certainly not down here where the work is done," they turned to see a rather harassed looking woman of about their own age. Dressed in a dark top, loose fitting slacks and flat sensible shoes she looked every inch the overworked, underpaid, uncredited functionary who made local government achieve anything. "If I had what they spent on refurbishing the directors offices, I could have three more case workers, I'm Zoe Aristedes, how do you do?" she offered her hand."I'm Camilla Fielding, we spoke. Not only that the stuffing against my chest made me sweat, a most unladylike problem. Using the bathroom was a logistical nightmare, trying to keep my skirts out of the way and climbing stairs was required one hand to hold up the long skirt and one to carry what I was moving. The tight skirt was getting annoying and I kept bouncing my bosom off doorframes. When I spilled soup on my breasts at lunch Beth fell off her chair laughing as I tried to wipe it off. Worst of all I kept having to shift. I released my cock from my shorts and gave it in her hand. She started to stroke it slowly. She pulled my foreskin back and was touching and playing with the tip of my cock now. I started to tweak her nipples and pulled them. She had nice small nipples. Then I gave a good massage to her hands and played with her armpits for some time.After giving a good massage for her top portion of the body, I went towards her head and placed her head on my lap and caressed her head and cheeks slowly. She.