Her pussy twinged in anticipation, she was definitely horny, and couldn't wait to get home. "Dave" she said, "the taxi queue is massive, can you pick ...s up?" "I've been drinking" came the immediate reply. Her bladder this time sent a distress signal, at the thought of a delay, "hang on though" he added, as the phone went quiet. A few seconds later he came back on, "Craig is just leaving, he'll come and pick you up!". Alison shuddered a little bit. Craig was Dave's pervy mate, and she never felt. President in her wisdom had appointed a woman as the ambassador was insensitive enough, but to try to push junk food and drink on his country was just too bad."Your Magnificence," she started, "Why have your guards prevented my advisors from coming in to the meeting?" Mr. Ambassador," he said, intending to put her off balance, and watched her wince slightly, "Your advisors are not needed today. Today I will tell you exactly what is going to happen to trade between Kobekistan and the USA, and. "Yeah I am," she grins back. I take her hand and place it on her pussy. "Here. Maybe this will help. Play with yourself while you're telling me your fantasy." I move my hand to her bare thigh and stroke it as she begins masturbating. "So what happens next? You're fresh out of the shower, walking around the house in the nude and daring someone to see you through the window. I like it. What's next?" I prompted. "Well," she continued, "I walk into my bedroom and see my all of my vibrators lying on. Cam and I compared notes, and there was no way I'd be able to join her abroad; we'd be apart for more than five weeks. But one of my offers was from New York City Opera. It wasn't great—Rance in Girl of the Golden West, one of Puccini's more forgettable ventures with one of his more forgettable baritone roles, and, interestingly, Enrico in Lucia, the role I'd started with so many years ago in college. Not plums, but I'd be doing bona fide leads in one of the biggest venues in the world; and,.