It was cold, and I was starting to feel it under my skirt.I had worn stockings and suspenders tonight, partly to keep my legswarm, but mainly because ...the clients love them. I was glad I hadn'ttried to come out with bare legs tonight, especially since I hadelected to wear such a short skirt.After what seemed like forever, the door opened up in front of me,basking me in light and warmth. Within a few split moments, I was ableto make out the frame of this guy "Jamie," and the more my eyesadjusted. I had to keep my moans down though, I didn’t want my little sisters to hear me and wonder what I was doing. As I rubbed my clit I imagined Ryan rubbing my clit with the fingers of one rough hand. I imagined they would feel amazing rubbing my most sensitive area. I imagined his lips kissing me passionately and his other hand still playing with one of my hardened nipples. I imagined he would play with my clit until he finally got me so wet that he could plunge one of his fingers into my pussy. I. It would probably be the end of May, would that work? I replied that that would be fine. Just don’t bring somebody who drinks a lot and gets rowdy. I had visions of a drunken testosterone-driven male proving his masculinity on my boat. That exchange also joined the communication trash heap. A month later there was an email from Claire that she and Fabienne would be joining me on a given date at the end of May. Fabienne? French men have names like Marie and Dominique, but I’d never heard of a. “Very well. If you remember when your captain’s asking, you’ll remember when the Frogs’ll fill the air with iron,” Thomas smiled, causing some chuckles.He led the way again back to the main deck.“Well, Mr. Treleven, you could tell where we need improvements. Let us practice this again. Release the men from stations if you please, and give them a short break. Then we’ll repeat this until we get it right. Questions?”“No, sir. Aye-aye, Sir,” was all Treleven could answer.“You really took them to.