She wore no bra underneath. Her firm young breasts were the size of half grapefruits. Each was topped by a delicate coral colored nipple. I reached do...n and grabbed each breast in my hands. Suddenly she came to life and began to squeal and wiggle. It did her no good. She could barely wiggle in her position. In spite of herself, her nipples began to respond to my touch. They began to grow and harden under my fingers. I rolled them between my fingertips as she began to moan. I got down on my. ’ ‘I’m a politician, Bianca. We float on ego. Are you sure you’re experienced?’ ‘I said over-enlarged ego – that’s a matter for me to find out. I’ll get the coffee machine primed up.’ The phone went again. ‘Hi Bianca, it’s Sara Bloom. How are you dear?’ ‘Fine and you?’ ‘Great. Fiona told me you were home and that I ought to consult with you. I’m director of the Auckland Regional Visitor’s Centre and we have a city accommodation crisis – we have an over-supply of four star-plus hotel rooms and. Now I'm not." "Is that a bad thing?" She smiled. "No, not at all. I just don't know, though. I've never done a relationship long-distance. I don't know how serious we are. I didn't know if you'd want to break it off before I left." "Why would I want to do that?" "People do. Mitch broke up with his girlfriend and the tour's still a few weeks off. You have the playoffs coming up, and I won't be there to see, at least not all of it. Maybe none of it, and it's the thing you've worked the hardest. Soon we were attracting a lot of attention from the wait staff. Seemed like everyone working that night had to drift by the table to examine us. Several offered water refills or asked if everything was okay, but all had to get a look at "the slut" and his Mistress. I was terribly humiliated, which seemed to have been the Mistress's plan all along."Are you enjoying yourself, Puto?" she asked. I nodded my head yes."Just so you know, your meal has already arrived and is ready to eat... it's.