Rhiannon felt her blush deepen, but it was also all very arousing, combining two of her favorite kinks like this, submission and exhibitionism. It was kind of scary in a crowded diner, one with cops in it, but that also only made it better, and if the joygirl wasn't worried about being arrested then neither was the PI.<br/><br/>Rhiannon gave up her panties without comment and lowered herself down, sliding back into the round booth with one leg hanging so she could press her mons against the edge of the seat. As she dipped down between the joygirls expensive thighs Rhiannon wondered if the escort meant to give back her underwear before the mission, or after, when Rhiannon collected on the rest of her bonus?<br/><br/>Stretched out on the booth, Rhiannon was actually pretty well covered by the faux leather burgundy greatcoat, just her legs poking out in their nearly opaque thigh high stockings, white with a baroque sort of filigree pattern in silver. She lowered her lips, touched the escorts sex gently, breathed against it, aware that people must be watching though she herself couldn't see them from her new position. Excited by the thought, Rhiannon pressed her mouth against the escorts pussy more forcefully, like a hard kiss, just for a start.