Members were expected to provide mental stimulation as well and the "Art of Good Conversation" was a necessary trait for newcomers to become well like... and accepted. These were some of the most powerful people in the city, politically and economically and here is where they came to relax and often do business together.I settled in with a very adequate glass of red wine (brought to me by a topless waitress wearing only a small apron) and my new friend and I exchanged stories for at least the. She cursed herself for being so stupid as to join the reserves to help her pay for her nurses training. Her husband had warned her, but she wouldn't listen. He had gone to Desert Storm and he had warned her two years ago that the US wasn't done over there. Now he was at home drinking beer with his buddies while she was putting in sixteen-hour days and being yelled at by some cretin of an NCO almost every minute of it. Thank God it was Friday and she had a weekend pass. It was too far to make. I needed to stop things quickly if only for a brief respite. I knew what would come next. It had to, Mistress had given me instructions.“Marie …” I sensed her pause, “my bottom wasn’t the only place that was punished.” I let that sink in.Eventually she spoke. “Indeed? Better show me then.”Her hands came off my bottom and my skirt started to fall back into place. Suddenly I felt brazen. This whole thing was going the way I knew Mistress had hoped. I stood up and turned around. She was standing. I'd never seen her so damn hot. Then I thought I glimpsed something past her, at the window. I never actually saw an identifiable object, but just the shift in light against the dark glaze caught my attention behind Gwen. I looked again - nothing - and then Gwen swayed in front of my view as she danced. I turned my attentions back to her as she kicked her sandals at me, laughing, pointing at my cock to remind me that I'd stopped tugging, distracted momentarily. She turned away from me and.