How about a drink?” She smiled.“Sure, I could use a break; a drink would be great.”She walked to her small office fridge, bending at the waist a... she pulled bottles to make up two vodka tonics, a welcome relief against my rising heat. I stared lustfully at the perfect firm heart of her ass, pushing against the blue silk of her tight skirt. I furtively adjusted my pants, seeking comfort as my aching erection threatened escape.To my intense disappointment she handed me my drink then sat back. Rianne’s was very sleek and silky, somewhat padded, and underwire. Jessica’s was lacey and underwire, and I could tell it wasn’t one of her best ones, but I don’t think she planned on this happening. Neither did Rianne, quite frankly, but she just seemed to be wearing the right one at the right time. Jessica’s breathing got a little worried, so I said, “Are you alright?”She hesitated and said, “Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.”I slid my hand under her bra and found her nipple. Her breast. This sexual freedom was thanks, almost entirely, to the amazing, and very liberating, Sexual Freedom Charter the federal government had introduced in a whole range of sweeping reforms designed to either reduce or eliminate the alarming growth in sexual violence that all states and major cities - including Tasmania and its main population centres - were experiencing. The Sexual Freedom Charter that Australia was embracing - thanks to a Liberal Government that was living up to its name concerned. As we passed through the gate there was a narrow dark passage to walk through then just a fence to hurdle at the end of the garden. At the end of the dark passage we were quite taken aback to be met by a very drunk Harry who had lost his keys and was trying to gain access to his house by forcing his back door. In his inebriated state he didn't miss a beat over seeing us passing through, just saw it as someone sober come to the rescue to help him gain access to his house. I duly obliged by.