“Blow me!” I gasped. Surprise was mixed with more than a bit of shock.

What on earth were the chances of seeing Jenifer in a place like this? I asked myself.

Chance meetings do happen, I know, but surely not as unexpected as this?

Indeed, I have met people in the most unusual places over the years. An old school friend outside the Sydney Opera House. Some neighbours on a double-decker bus tour in New York.

The best chance encounter I’d had was probably when I bumped into a colleague and her husband while walking along a naturist beach in the south of France. There was a moment of hesitation as our brains processed the unlikeliness of the situation, then we laughed, and grabbed a sneaky peek at each others’ bits.

But I wasn’t laughing now. I was just trying to believe the unbelievable—Jenifer was in the same room as me.

The last time I’d seen her was a decade ago, probably nearer two. I’d not even heard about her since then.

But here she was, right in from me, in one of London’s most exclusive sex clubs.

I didn’t realise it was her at first. I’d just entered one of the playrooms and there was this hot woman, on her knees, with one guy’s cock in her hand and another ‘s deep in her mouth. She had a spare hand and waved me forward to join in, without really looking at me. She simply wanted another...[urlhttps:///3fuyUBC]read more[/url]