If she closed her eyes tightly, she could still see their faces, laughing and giggling at jokes and silliness. It didn’t help that the crew and capt...ain of this vessel were consistently taciturn and rude to her. They seemed to care little that she was a lady and made few allowances in their daily behaviour and language. Several times she had seen some of the men staring at her, openly ogling her lithe form in her simple silk dresses. It made her deeply uncomfortable and she longed for the. Peter had already lined up the original builder who had converted it for them, though retired, still controlled his business with his son as the day to day working boss. They were already primed to start work the very next day. It would be the same layout as the one we were in but with more refinements that Peter knew were amiss from the original. That was why he was in charge of the new building and ensuring that all would be the same. The connection between the two would be through the. I was shocked and scared and pulled up my trousers and ran from the place. That night in bed I had my cock in my hand having a good wank thinking of the cock I had seen in the toilets. It started giving me the most filthy thoughts and I imagined myself wanking another man's cock. It wasn't long until I shot my load with immense pleasure.The next day I couldn't get the thought of this man's cock out of my mind. I decided I was going to go back that night and see what happened. On arrival at the. ? She went to sit down, but the woman put up a hand to stop her. ?Did I say you could sit?? ?W?what?? ?Did I say you could sit?? ?No, but do I need permission?? The brunette said nothing, just glared at her. After a moment, she noddedher head. ?You may sit.? Sara sat down, shocked. What a bitch! Still, she wasprobably just nervous. First impressions are always the worst. The woman lookedat her with those big brown eyes, and smiled. ?So, tell me. What's your name?? ?Sara. Yours?? ?Ms Davies.?.