She returned a few minutes later and slid across her seat, then seductively opened her bag sufficiently for me to see inside. My stomach tumbled when ...I saw that she had also now, stuffed the white blouse inside, and asked if that was good enough for me. I said nothing but drew her close and planted a soft light kiss on her lips. Fuck she looked so hot! Our flirting continued, and it didn't take much persuading for her to loosen the button for ‘my eyes only’. The edge her left areola soon. He seemed light on his feet and athletic. We chatted while dancing and I found out he was from Senegal and was attending the conference as a speaker. His name was James Otchombe. He is a high official in the Senegalese Education ministry. He got his British accent while attending school at Oxford. He always called me "Miss Karen" in what sounded like an echo of Africa's colonialist past.Erica, maybe you as another woman can understand how sensual it is to simply dance with a man who really. But I feared she would notice they were missing. So I went back to her room to put them back. I opened the door and walked back over to her dresser, I put the G-string back and right as I was closing the drawer I heard my sisters voice…“What the fuck are you doing you fucking perv?’Shit! I thought, I was totally fucked! “Um, I’m….Um”“You were returning my g string weren’t you? You fucking perv!” She went over to the draw and picked them up… “You fucking cummed in these! You sicko! You didn’t. The party was set up close to the open beach, it consisted of a counter where they were serving alcohol and soft drinks. The sofas were arranged in a circular manner for sitting. Slowly, people started arriving at the party hall.I was quite famous with the army officers and other stakeholders involved in the test trials. I shook hands with all the people in the party and did a little pep talk. Then I walked to the drinks table, scanned for brands and ordered myself a Chivas Regal on the rocks..