Caller: MmmMegan: Good girl. Stroke your little clitty in your panties for MissMegan. Good sissy. Now let's do your makeup. Some foundation and thenyo...r powder. You love the feel of the little brush on your skin. Lookin the mirror. You love wearing makeup just like all girls. Now let'sdo your eyes. Pink eyeshadow. Eyeliner. Heavy black mascara. Every timeyou blink you will feel your mascara on your lashes. So pretty. Such apretty girl. A pretty girl for men.Caller: Mmm. God.Megan: Let's not. I didn't have time to ponder these new circumstances. I had to respond."Nope. No boyfriend, just me and my friends."I quickly realized I had left out mention of my wife. Why did I do that? Where was she? I scanned the room and saw her talking with a group of girls. She had her arm around the hip of a petite blonde. Her hand drifted down and slowly caressed the strange girl's ass. I was equal parts aroused and jealous. The drink-buying gentlemen interrupted my thoughts."Well, I hope you don't. ’ ‘Do you like the seafaring life?’ ‘It’s hard. I get…a lot of stick from the crew. The Captain is a hard man, but he does see that I am not roughed up too much. I wish I could go back to dry land. My sea legs aren’t the best. I’m contracted until I’m twenty one though.’ Kitty gave him a sympathetic look. Four years of this life would be enough to kill a sensitive lad like Tom, she thought. At least she was going to be off this floating crime scene when they next anchored. ‘I ought to go,’ said. Within ten minutes of leaving home the cost she had over her outfit was off and my sexy slut wife was showing anyone who cared to look in our car a feast for the eyes. One chap stalled his van when she stoked her stockings and thighs above them. I was as hard as stone when she reached over and grabbed my cock whilst rubbing her wet pussy through her thong. The lights changed and we left a gawping van driver sat there. We arrived at the car park for the club and nerves and excitement were in.