Rhiannon had been trying to keep one ear on the next booth, but she hadn't been expecting for the joygirl to be so...forceful. She'd figured it would be some making out with perhaps a little heavy petting, until later, but here she was now licking the asian woman's pussy in the middle of a crowded dinner while her new team finished their own negotiations. She didn't feel bad about that; after all, she hadn't come here with the purpose of representing anyone but herself.<br/><br/>Licking the escorts slit as instructed, bottom all the way up to flick her clit, sticking just the tip of her tongue in between the soft folds of the joygirls labia, Rhiannon tried to do what she'd been told, to move her coat up. The heavy leatherette armour jack isn't really meant to do that, though, and Rhiannon can't quite get it there from her current position. She has to settle with pushing it off to one side, which uncovers only about half of her tight rear end, the skirt having managed somehow to ride up without the petticoat for the most part, leaving her bottom neatly framed by panels of the sheer pink material.<br/><br/>Rhiannon dipped her tongue back down, pushing it in, wriggling and sliding it up, somewhat amazed at how much of a turn on this was, doing this here. She was finally begin to lose herself a little, to forget where she was some, actually, when DG commcodes blipped in, alerting Rhiannon that the team was looking to be about ready to move. She'd have to hurry.