"It's not like you have a girlfriend."She allowed me to get a good view of her figure too."Don't worry, she won't get jealous, Jill, you may eyefuck t...e shit out of my body," she offered, before closing the gap."What are you doing, Becky?" I objected, backing away."Well, you got to see us; we should get to see you too," she replied, coming towards me."Yes, but I didn't want to see you two, though. I came into the small space that's supposed to be my space and found you two fucking on my desk.. I wished I’d brought a change of underwear and my shaving kit. I wondered what either Terry or Clinton’s agendas were and suspected to my dismay that they were one and the same.The second course was a monkfish fillet smothered in white sauce. Gwendoline tried to keep me engrossed in conversation during the course and I turned back to see Terry accepting a forked morsel from Clinton like they were old lovers. That definitely wasn’t right.I wondered where this Clinton chap had come from. It had. Kiss is out of the question. Your turn.V: Truth.Me: Have you ever had sex with anyone?V: Yep many times I like to explore with like-minded people. So it’s your turn.Me: Truth.V: Were you staring at my breasts in the car?Me: (reluctantly) Yes.V: It’s ok, its human nature to check out the opposite sex.Me: Truth or dare?V: Truth.Me: What bra size do you wear?V: (laughing ) You won’t believe me if I told you. Wait I’ll show you.She then removed her bra inside her top and gave it to me. I took it. She was wearing a leather motorcycle jacket, under which her ample bust was barely covered by a low-cut t-shirt. I knew I was going to have trouble keeping my eyes on hers while we chatted. Later, allowing myself another admiring glance, I noticed that she was not wearing a bra and I could clearly see the outline of a nipple piercing. I tried not to stare, but she caught me and just laughed. She was self-conscious about only one thing: her height.At just over six feet, she is taller than I am..