”Jasmine nods, and adds in a relaxed tone, “You working out today?”“Certainly. I’ll come and find you.”The gym on the ship isn’t sexuall...y segregated, so Jasmine and I soon found there’s safety in numbers from the constant discreetly watching male eyes, if we perform our keep fit together.Working out is supposed to be a nice part of fleet military routine, recreation, but I frown when I think of braving the gym. Okay, it’s the one place I can’t avoid wearing tight clothing, but it’s not that. 11:55. There was a bustle by the door and two deliverymen arrived. They cleared the sideboard by the door and set up lunch. I looked about."Well, I'm Gordy Hollister. I'm with the CSIRO and I've been asked to chair two search committees for the Centre. We still have two MIA, so why don't you all get yourselves food and drink and then we'll do introductions."There was the usual chaotic, yet purposive milling. After a few minutes everyone appeared settled and one more faculty member had sneaked. (the one in the clip). I happened to be passing in the car and caught her red handed. I bundled her into the car and took her home of course.I decided as she wanted to flash her bottom so much, I would provide her with an outlet.I explained that since she seemed unable to keep her bottom under wraps, she should be made to show it to the whole world via the Internet. She was very embarrassed by this suggestion, but I said if she didn't agree, I would give her 20 hard strokes of the cane across. Jill moved in her seat and I thought she was going to rearrange herself. However, she instead lifted up off the seat and removed her panties, placing them in her bag. She then put her hand up under my skirt and removed my panties, which I put in my bag. Looking down, my skirt just covered my bare cunt, but Jill's cunt and "landing strip" were both fully exposed below her short skirt, which had ridden up to the top of her thighs. The high-backed bench seat hid us from people around us, and the.