Iwas terrified I was going to meet some nutter. When yousuggested meeting in the park I was secretly relieved.”“Well you know, you could b... a nutter too, its easierfor me to meet in the park as well.” Jane nodded, she hadn’t thought of that.“So, how did you hear about the club?” Ruth looked atJane as she drank her coffee.“Well, it sounds crazy, but I over heard this womandiscussing it on the bus. Well, she wasn’t discussingit on the bus, rather. Is it really me that's made you hard and hot like this? I'm so glad – makes me so happy to be the object of your sexual fantasy.I'm pushing two fingers deep inside me now – right up to the knuckles and beyond – feels so fucking good – pumping harder, my thumb rubbing my aching clit. I can see you stroking harder and harder. Your breathing is heavy and your eyes are glazing over – your whole body is tense. So is mine – I'm trembling and shaking all over as the climax builds in my groin –. The Canadian navy in those days was big on booze. Lots of rum & beer. As one might expect, while alongside we were open to the public. I don't recall how it came to pass but I ended up down below in the crew's quarters with a "middle-aged" couple, entertaining (okay - I was plying them with beer). They were about 45 years old I think, but they may have been older. Both were rather plain. He was mostly bald, she was heavy-ish. She was also something of a flirt – not so assertive as to piss. I don't think I'm last, and wince as one of the girls chairstopples as she stands, crashing to the floor. I swear I hear a slightchuckle from Mistress Thorne... though I haven't even seen her yet I cansense her presence just behind me."You girl what's your name?" she calls out to the girl with the toppledchair."Luscious, Mistress Thorne," she says nervously, turning to face..."Eyes front!" Mistress Thorne orders and the girl turns forwards again."Right.. go stand facing the corner, the one to.