We were all given costumes to wear, long skirts and petticoats, blouses that gapped at the front and were laced up.The night was set for a Friday. We ...ere told there would be a large table with benches along two sides where the men, about fifteen of them would sit. Our jobs were to serve them wine and food and to take care of any needs.So at 8pm it started. We all walked out in our costumes. Some of the men were dressed up, some not. Most were fairly youngish, about 20 to 35 years old. There. It wasn't just Alan telling her the gossip he knew either; in fact, it usually was the other way around. He was surprised at how many things she knew about his fellow students that he didn't. She had her own gossip network which included other teachers, and he wasn't nearly as interested in school gossip as she was. If he did inquire about what others were doing, it was usually only a lead-in to telling her something new.However, this time she didn't want to talk about any of those things.. Eventually tiredness and an expired laptop battery overtook me. Conversation with Marie-Luz began. We both found it worth overcoming our linguistic limitations to find out a little about the other. She was going home to provincial Spain to see her 19 year old daughter after a year working in Peru. She couldn’t- or wouldn’t- tell me what she had done beyond saying she was a temporary worker. She claimed to speak a little French but that moved the conversation along no further than my Spanish.. I unzipped my trousers and dropped them to the floor. ‘Ooohh, lovely little girlie panties.’ She said, commenting on the flimsy beige lycra thong. ‘I bet they look lovely wet, clinging to your cock!’ She said and I laughed. ‘Let’s find out then.’ She reached out and put her finger over the little dark patch where my pre-cum had left its mark, pressing against the tip of my cock. I began to pee and the position of her finger had the advantage of stopping it all flow out through.