His imminent retirement meant that others would be needed to replace him and although the military could find plenty there was a need for a female and...urgently. ‘Tonight,’ said Smith, ‘you will stay here in this hotel. You must decide tonight if you are willing to join us. Whatever you decide we will respect but on no account must you say anything to anyone; understood?’ Oh, I understood alright. They wanted me, a simple art restorer to follow in father’s footsteps. So, nothing odd about that.. She then turned to me to ask me if it was all true.and i said yes.I then went towards her and gave a wet kiss to Renjima and whispered to her ears that,we all three could fuck the hell out of everyone. SHE smiled naughtily and then my aunt pulled Renjima towards her saying ,”Come here love” and they both just started kissing each other and undressing each other.I was so horny by seeing two if my loving women making love and so i undressed myself too.After a while of kissing, they both looked at. Paul tapped on his door and he opened it and held itfor us. We walked in and he waved his hand towards thetwo chairs in front of his desk. We took our seats and he sat down in his chair behindhis large, wooden desk. There were two stacks ofpersonnel files on his desk. One with the five files ofour co-workers in it and the smaller stack with justPaul’s and mine. We hadn’t been working here all thatlong and our files were much thinner than the others.Doyal didn’t say a word. He. The DCA are a collection of 'rugged individuals' who sail small boats where others sail yachts. I suppose the active membership would be in the region of two thousand, mostly in the UK, but some scattered all over the world. Rallies are loosely organised; very loosely organised, often with only one meeting point during a rally for lunch, sometimes at the beginning of the day for a cruise in company (not very practical, considering the very individual choice of boat), usually with an evening.