Arriving at the private club on that fateful day they had shared a leisurely lunch. The warmth of the day allowing them to dine at one of the outside ...ables. That in him selecting such a table, they would be away from possible overhearing ears had been an erroneous assumption. Believing had others been able to hear, surely they would have wondered about what was being discussed, returning here tonight she knew that concern had been completely unfounded. Those other diners that afternoon would. “Good work, Michael,” he said, and he winked. I’m serious, he winked. I managed a “Yessir” and my own smile and continued on down the hall.The funny thing? The ambassador had been screwing his own wife. I’d thought there was a rule against that sort of thing at Carnival. We never spoke of it again, but his wife had a little smile for me the next time I saw her, so all was OK. Fortunately, neither of them saw fit to let the Contessa Y know whom I’d been with in that room.Tonight, we were in that. "I crawled over and kneeled between his legs, i took his cock in my hand and lowered my pink glossy lips down onto his cock and started sucking. He told me to put my hands behind my back cos he only wanted to feel my mouth around his cock. He had a nice hard 8" inch cock an i sucked on it eagerly. god i was so horny now..Then another guy come a stood to the side of me and i was soon sucking on them both, going from one to the other. The second guy told me to look up into his eyes whenever I. ." She confessed as she walked over to me.I rested down on my knees as she pushed me aside to look for herself."Hm, seems all my nice thongs are in the wash.." She told pausing to think."Shall I get them out the wash for you?" I asked."Actually no," she replied, "I got a much better idea." She smiled at me with a playful look on her face, about to reveal her thoughts to me."YOU'RE going to be my knickers for the day!" She giggled."Er.. Ok Mistress." I replied, wondering what that entails."Come.