She put her boots back on and after buttoning the coat; she studied herself in the mirror. It fitted perfectly - the soft leather moulded perfectly ag...inst her skin.Leaving the shop, she decided to go for a bite to eat at a nearby café. She walked along, deep in thought, feeling the gentle breeze blow over her body. She felt free - nobody would know what she was doing or thinking.Someone tapped her on her shoulder. She froze for a second."Hi, what are you doing? Shouldn't you be at. He took my nipples in his mouth, alternating between left and right. He then began stroking my wet slit with the hand that was previously cupping my ass. Whatever he put in the drink made my pussy very hot but I was aware of everything I was doing.After about 15 minutes he righted my tube and I fixed my skirt and panties. We headed out the door together. He took me into his car and we drove about 10 minutes into a lonely spot in the road and pulled over. The entire drive there he had my tits. So, how are things with President Stinson's most wanted enemy these days? And how can I help. I'm sure this isn't just a social call, since you've broken into my secure line -- again?" Sorry, Gen ... er, Buzz. But you're right about me and mine being on the President's hit list. I don't want his hired guns listening to what I'm going to ask, and what I truly hope you're about to provide." Okay. We can talk freely. My technicians tell me that the NSA isn't likely to be monitoring this in real. You look so pretty!” As feminine and as girly as the shit that was going behind that door seemed, I still really wanted to be a part of it. It was only halfway because of the boobs. I shamelessly flattened my ear against the door, straining to hear.I heard a few “greats” and something from Katie that sounded like a verbal lack of self-assurance, but then I heard Syl pose an interesting question, something I’d completely forgotten about in the sexual whirlwind since the party.“Has Kleio come.