It’s been hard being a sailor but in three month’s time…’ The Commander hesitated, slightly embarrassed, ‘I will be a civilian looking for a...job like everyone else.’ With his naval cap on his head once more, he turned as if to leave. ‘One moment, Bill, if I can call you that – or should I address you as Commander?’ ‘Bill will do perfectly, thanks, Peter.’ ‘You’ll be looking for a job? I may be able to help you.’ Peter took him into the office and made a hurried phone call, then, holding the. They hadn't known that I didn't like drinking and had poured out all the drinks they had pushed into my hands, and thinking that I was drunk they decided to tease me on the road.That was after many dances during which they rubbed against my hardening cock and even allowed themselves to comment on the effect they had had on me.Anyway, we just started back when I felt Dot's hand on my crotch, and very quickly she unzipped me and pulled my cock out, and then started gently to jack me off. During. She was tall with fair skin and prodigiously long black hair. Apart from Tanit, I had the company of Teia of the long locks, and Arakha the alluring Nubian. The girls fetched sea sponges and salve, pummice stones and scented oils. Shedding what few garments they wore, they gathered around me in the water; I was surrounded by supple shoulders, slender, shapely arms, pert breasts, bouncing locks, beguiling eyes and fair faces.They cleansed my brow of sweat and the dust of the street, to say. I could imagine they didn’t feel much like dressing up or makeup today. We sat and drank tea, and Sarah told us about what she’d been doing in India, some of the senior people she’d been ferrying around. She’d spent several more of her layovers at the wildlife sanctuary, and described some of the changes and developments there. ‘You should really go again,’ she said. ‘There’s more to see now, the vulture conservation centre has really been successful, and when it’s breeding season the chicks.