David made his way between the tables and came to Mavis table. Like the others she was busily typing away. Soon though, she finished her report, stret...hed her arms and cracked her knuckles. Standing up she spoke to David. "Your Ambassador phoned and asked if you could be..."Before she could any anymore, David spoke loudly. "I'm sorry Miss could we speak somewhere else — its very noisy in here!" She smiled and said "Of course, follow me." Another door of to the side led into a small kitchenette.. "Oh just fuck off." She was smiling though. "Yeah, i'll bet that would get you off too."Rose suddenly looked retrospective and just stared at me for some time."Do you remember when we were ten or eleven alone downstairs we played I'll Show You Mine If You Show Me Yours?" Jesus that was twenty years ago, we were just kids." I know, I know. You even let me touch you, remember?" What are you bringing that up for?" Again Rose was quiet for several moments."Well, what if I help?" You're not fucking. "That's a bad idea, isn't it? Forget I suggested it." The message read. I responded to it by knocking at the door. It took too long for her to answer and for a moment I had a nightmare that I was at the wrong house. I knocked lightly again. If it weren't her house I would ask if their cable was out or something. The door opened. She was in a luxurious pink robe, the kind I had bought for my wife that she never wore preferring a cheap heavy terry cloth one she got from some discount store and. Yet again she eased her knickers up over the flaming redness."How exactly does he handle your tits?" She showed him with her own hands, cupping them over her brassiere. "With your bra on?" No, I always have to be naked when he fucks me." Take your bra off then, and come round here where I can feel your tits." She obeyed, and tried to keep still as his palms ran over the firm flesh, and his fingers teased the nipples. "Has he ever put his cock in between these lovely tits?" Adam knew the answer,.