I said “what rubbish, you look good in anything”. I asked her how she managed coming to work in that skirt as she lived with her sister in a rathe... conservative part of town. What she said next got my heart racing. She told me that she was too shy to wear it so had worn along wrap-around skirt over it and had removed when she got to theoffice. I realized that Rita had worn this short skirt just for me and this got my heart thumping hard. She changed the topic and returned to the work related. They would go away, and every third day some Senator, whoever was in town, would show up, bang a gavel, say they were in session, bang the gavel again, and go back into recess. It was total fakery.Screw it. I threw it back in their laps. I claimed the sham sessions were just that, fakes, and dared them to push me on it. It would take a court challenge to throw the nominees out, or they would simply have to stop taking so many recesses and get some work done once in a while. They could scream. Slowly I worked my tongue around his head and gradually wrapped my lips around his shaft and slowly moved up and down. He gently rubbed by head and began to quietly pant in rhythm with my head as it moved up and down. I forgot that we were in a car, during daylight in an albeit quiet back street because all I could think about was bringing him to orgasm so we could go to his place and get serious. It had been quite a while since I had tasted the salty flavour of male meat and as my own cock. He loosed his balls from their hiding place within the material too and stroked them lightly too. He was fascinated by the smooth texture of Andrew's shaven balls and cock and moved his hands all over them.Nick looked up at me, as if for encouragement, and then his head descended towards Andrew's swollen knob. He started gently, dabbing his tongue on the drop of liquid on the tip, tasting that special salty treat. His head ran the length of his stiff prick, kissing and nibbling as he went,.