It was sweet the first time around.” The disembodied Arabella sounded genuinely irritated now, like she’d only been assuming it before. “Look, i...iot, do you know anything about this girl? You really think she needs me to tell her what to do?”“God, you fucker.” Daniella joined in the tirade, her anger and hurt fully apparent now. “You fucking … patronising … fucker! I should stuff your own dirty underpants in your mouth and leave you there the rest of the bloody weekend!”“Do it,” Arabella. She was quietly moaning or purring as i continued downward. After all the buttons were released I was told to stand and remove her blouse gently and then fold it placing it on the desk to her side. "You will treat all my clothing as treasure." I did. "Sit! You little vixen" she ordered. As i sat, Becca turned to her right and cocked her left hip at me presenting the zipper to her straight skirt. My fingers again barely grazed the fabric as I lowered the slide feeling each click of the brass. So we are a little late — with London the state its in — no-one will wonder why."The Ambassador sighed. "David, we had this conversation already. I can't emphasise enough what a coup it is that we have been invited to His Royal Highness private birthday celebrations." Um, to be accurate sir, tt was I who was invited." interrupted David with a grin."Now let's not quibble about technicalities" blustered the Ambassador. "This will be the first chance for a closer diplomatic rapprochement after the. They all got dressed. It felt a bit strange to have clothes on, it also felt good, it meant they were going back to normal. She was by now totally used to seeing naked bodies around her all the time, seeing the girls that became her friends over the week fully dressed now added to the air of normality. Angel took them back to the gate, from where the bus took them to the plane which was waiting for them at the start of the runway. They all boarded, and soon after the plane left. When the plane.