Judy speculated that it was a BDSM fetish club with dungeons and chains, while I couldn’t help wondering whether it wasn’t somehow associated with... a denomination of Evangelical Christians.“It used to be called the Repentance, ” Crystal said, which didn’t resolve our speculation at all.But as it was, Judy’s conjecture was the most accurate, although thankfully if it was being used as a fetish club it wasn’t on the nights we were due to play.“Am I thrilled to see you guys!” said the club’s. She looked at my hand and said “your hands are superb. Your touch is divine. Wow! I just cannot believe this is happening”Right then, the two people seated there in front of her, stood to get off. So, she was seated on the seat close to the shutter, and I sat on the other one, by that seat, purposely pressing myself against her but not tightly. She was Still looking happy.I put my left hand over both of her shoulders, as she was seated by my left side. She never even tried to touch me. She only. Without thinking, I walked into my tent to change and unzipped the tent to see that Clara was just finishing pulling her tight blue swimming top over herself. I caught a small glimpse of her rose-pink nipples and she whipped around with her back to me in embarassment. "I'm so sorry, Clara... I forgot you were in here!' I tried to say, while a rock began to form within my shorts. "It's fine... sorry.. I mean.. I forgot.." and her face went red with embrassement. She quickly wrapped herself with. It's not as good pissing in a woman's face for some reason. I like men and women pissing in my face when I'm in the mood but usually prefer my tits, then my stomach, then my cunt. In that order.I checked out f-list but it was too complicated for me. So many questions and I didn't understand half of them. ? It did look interesting though. I'll have another look when I have more time.---When I was in high school I worked at a small city swimming pool as a guard and also behind the front desk..