“Sign this and I can tell you.” It was a note about the terms of the Official Secrets Act. I signed it. Two weeks later, promoted to Captain, I fo...nd myself at a stately home on the south coast of England. The training headquarters of the Special Operations Executive. I shared a barrack hut with twelve other women. We used false names and were enjoined not to inquire about each other. My name was Jeanne. ‘Relationships’ between us were also forbidden by our senior tormentor, a woman we knew as. Quite frankly neither of them needed to, the problem was though with all this exposed flesh on show and skin contact I was getting a hard on! The girls chatted away, supping their wine and getting more and more tipsy as I sipped my first scotch of the evening in silence. Sue had her arm lovingly across D’s shoulders, fingers caressing her neck and every once in a while D would let out a soft sigh. By now I could see D’s nipples were hard under her thin cotton blouse and my cock really took. He started humping and I pulled myself off him, he was six inches from my face as I tossed him off, fuck, his cock went off like a fucking rocket. A massive rope of spunk hit my cheek, went in my eye, forehead and then in my hair. As I scraped it out of my eye, another jet went up my nose, before I could react another three jets splattered on my face. Fucking hell, spunk was flying out of his cock head like a burst pipe! By the time he’d finished I was well coated, “You greedy slag,” I heard. She hadn't a decent nights sleep in weeks. The closer to the big day, the less sleep she got.She started to pace up and down the hallway. She had been doing that a lot lately.Frustrated, excited, nervous, worried, she climbed the stairs to her bedroom.The dress lay across the top of her bed. Concealed beneath the protective cover. She stood in the doorway, hands restless. The opaque wrapper hid the dress, but she already new its every tuck and fold. Her nervousness returned ten fold. Was it too.