.I started talking with Tom, to my right. "During the week, we usually come here. On a Friday, we'll go to Big Al's." I'd heard of the strip club b...t had never been there. "The girls are the best in the country...great table dances...", Tom said. The guys at the other end of the table must have been talking about the same thing, because I overheard one of them saying, "Not often you see a girl, wearing' a garter belt... much less slide her ass across your lap."The conversation hushed a. "I told her everything my Mama had told me, which, of course, was the sum total of my knowledge of the subject. Somehow she was able to laugh at my unsophisticated dissertation without seeming insulting or derisive. Her laughter was infectious and soon we were giggling like schoolgirls, so to speak.She embarked upon a lecture that lasted far in to the night, taking a risk of a good hard flogging if we were caught together in her bed, especially completely naked. She expanded upon everything. AND THEN A 3 BLOCK WALK HOME! As the train lurched to leave the station I almost spurted some more in my white panties, so I had to quickly push my hand into my crotch, hoping that no one would notice. But some guys sitting across from us noticed and started snickering to themselves. “oh please please, don’t let me piss my jeans right here!” I tried to compose myself but I was shaking inside. Holding both my farts and pent up piss is a lot of effort on all my muscles, I can’t relax at all, let. She came forward, kissed me on the mouth, and flounced out as if fed up with me. It was a good performance, I thought, and smiled to myself.Chef stormed in a moment later. “Jeeves, what have you been up to, causing upset to Miss Catherine?”“Sorry, chef. We merely agreed to disagree over my actions. She has her opinions, and I, as a butler, have mine dictated by my profession.”Chef appeared somewhat mollified. “Very well, Jeeves, but try not to upset Miss Catherine too much. She is a lovely.