The previous bus had apparently brokendown however and the one I got on was very crowded. Each stop we wentto seemed like more people were getting on ...and no one was getting offuntil we were starting to feel like sardines. This isn't usually aproblem but when you are convinced people can see your lingerie andafraid someone will bump into you and feel your bra it is very nerveracking!Suddenly the bus was stopping and we were all pushed forward and myworst nightmare came true. I felt a man's hand. He then led me to the line of staff introducing them to me by name. Clive the cook, a rather large jovial man wearing cooks whites, Toby the wine waiter, a small red-faced man, who looked as he had been drinking the wine, himself. He then introduced me to the two waitresses who would look after me. They were named Fanny and Sara; both of them, when introduced to me lifted up the hem of their skirts and curtsied. It was then I noticed that they were wearing the old type of black and white. You said you were going to be at the blackjack tables." Theyeach gave me a hug, as girlfriends would. Ann then presented me with afew items "for the birthday girl." (OK, I thought. I didn't know itwas my birthday.) She put a large costumed tiara on my head. She gaveme a sash that said "Birthday Girl" on it. She gives me a smallballoon on a stick (the casino won't allow the full size ones). Andshe gave me a necklace, bracelet and ring that had those light uplights on it. Every piece was. I reach out and put my hand on the woman's right hip, no reaction - relief!. I slide my hand under the jumper and touch the soft skin. The woman moves slightly closer, it is her. I move my hand forward touching her stomach. I look around, hundreds of faces but none looking at us. Shes move around slightly to face the side of the carriage, sheltering a little from inquisitive eyes. My hand moves up further, over her rib cage, heading for her breast, then the softness of the underneath of her.