“Not much gets done on Monday,” I though to myself with a devious smile. I quickly discarded my sweats and picked out my sexiest bra and matching,...naughty panties. They’re light pink with black lace fringe and the cup of the bra shows off my ample, creamy white tits while the bikini-cut panties frame my supple ass and give a hint of my almost entirely waxed pussy. The softness of the fabric felt sublime against the swollen moistness of my pussy lips as I slid them on, blushing with the ironic. I heard footsteps behind me. "Hands up, please" she said. It was her cop voice again, but at a conversational volume. I complied. She laughed. The laugh was more like the voice on the phone. I turned. My mouth fell open. Holy shit! She had 4 inch heels on, so now she was about 6 feet tall. Her legs... Oh my god!! Long, strong and muscular. A burgundy coloured dress hung like a curtain from her hips. The dress was cinched around her slim waist, while a substantial chest resided above. A matching. She looked at Bond, and winked with a sly grin.*PFFTLTLTLTLTFF*She let out a lovely rippling fart right over the drink.She then quickly covered the glass with that clear plastic, trapping her gas in the drink.It must have been a fairly hot fart, as the plastic quickly fogged up.She then shook the drink, mixing her gas into the clear alcoholic liquid."Enjoy."She smiled as she handed Bond the special cocktail."I will, thank you."Bond grinned as she took the drink.She bought it up to her nose, and. You darling brute!" she moaned shamelessly aloud as his eager tonguing caresses licked wetly at the pinkly throbbing tips again and again, sending maddening charges of a new and foreign animal desire whipping wildly through her nakedly spread body.Her lust-clouded mind was blanking to everything but the lewdly rising sensations his hotly licking tongue-tip rippling over the naked mounds of her whitely heaving breasts was creating within her! She heard him whimper from deep in his great, animal.