We sat watching tv foralittle longer , with Allens wandering hands alternating betweenkneading my breasts like they were two huge balls of dough, andr...unning them up my bare legs, and neither were doing anything for meother than make me hate my predicament even more, although Allen wasoblivious to this. Eventually I managed to free my self from hiswandering hands and went to the kitchen to fetch us both a drink, andgive me the chance to get rid of the disgusting taste of Allens spermfrom my. She noticed how terrible he looked. His cheeks were sunken, there were deep, dark rings under his red eyes, his hair was messy and face unshaven. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks. Before either of them could say or do anything a voice broke their connection. ‘Minister Heathen. You are dismissed. You have a lot of paperwork to catch up on.’ Derek’s eyes widened and he paled but didn’t take his eyes from her. Slowly he turned and then hurried out of the room. Ivy’s heart was pounding,. ..I have an above-the-knee pencil skirt that buttons (small buttons) down the front and a jacket/blazer, so that you can see my camisole just at the V in my jacket's neckline. I have on nylons and heels.And we get to talking, and soon I cross my leg. That is the first that you notice what I am most lovingly showing you - as my skirt creeps up my leg - you can see the tops of the stockings and you realize these are not pantyhose! I see you looking, glancing, and decide to give you a little more. NO SOONER than he made it into the bathroom, two strippers approached me and asked who the guy was that was with me. They liked his bondage pants, and wanted to talk to him.This, as you can imagine, pissed me off a little bit because he was getting the attention and not me, but I kept my cool, and told them to come over and see us once we sat down.Sure enough, these two tramps scampered up to us a mere three seconds after we sat down, and proceeded to drain every red cent out of our pockets,.