“I sure want to know what you are hiding Tonia,” I said also trying to peek in the bag. “If you want to see what is in my surprise toy bag you ...ave to strip and then close your eyes,” Tonia told me. I started peeling my clothes off and tossing the various pieces at a different one of my friends with each piece. Tonia got my shirt while Betsy got my pants and Janice was left with my underwear. I closed my eyes but I tried to peek. Tonia caught me and playfully spanked my ass. I closed them. "Daphne," she said, "it's Daphne. Do you want to eat?" She asked. Without waiting for a reply, she called across to a waitress. "Hey," she called. Can we get a menu here?" The waitress seemed more than a little pained by Daphne's lack of finesse. She produced an impressively large menu and put on the table in front of me. Daphne carried on eating. It wasn't the most entertaining of sights. One forkful followed another into her mouth with barely a pause. There were a couple of sticks of white. I’d grown even more fond of her since the election and we spent a fair bit of time together when circumstances allowed which wasn’t often. The conference made that possible. My duties required that I spent most of my time with the PM or other members of her staff and Tenant did not spend much time at the various parties. She would drop in, glad hand a bit, then retire to her suite to deal with running the country. She cut me some slack though and I was able to get away from her office and spend. She, clearly, had been hoping for this and her knickers were silk, transparent and gorgeous, not that they stayed in place for long. Deftly she stepped out of them without any apparent self-consciousness now and her trimmed fluff was in sight. She came close to me to kiss me again and pushed my knickers down, dropping with them to kiss my breasts and my belly. She stood again, pushed me firmly toward the bed and somehow we rolled onto it and under the duvet (‘It always feels naughtier in rather.