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For me, that summer was a very busy time. I was working hard, determined to succeed. We were making new friends, through our clubs, friends who shared similar interests. After the first threesome Catherine and I enjoyed together with Joan, word leaked out about our participation. Not surprising really, as there were others there who were also enjoying a rather taboo time with others. Another private film night came up and again we were invited. This time it was in Marlene’s house. As before, there was a lot of socializing over drinks in her kitchen and living room, and again I got to meet Lilly. I was surprised to see her there for some reason; she had seemed so quiet and reserved before. She made a point of saying ‘hello’ to me, then saying ‘hello’ to other ladies she knew, but obviously hadn’t seen for some time. She moved so easily, from one person to another, like it was something she was used to in her social life. Not offending anyone, yet taking the time to say a few words to everyone she knew, as well as talking to others to whom she was introduced. I found it interesting how she managed to do that. Perhaps something I could learn too. Once everyone had arrived, the door was locked, blinds drawn and we all retired to the cellar to watch the films. Catherine, Marlene and I sat together, while Ruth stayed by the light switches. Once the lights were out, it was pitch dark, except for the light from the projector. The films were projected onto the far wall of the room and, as it was very crowded, we were all bunched together. This time the films were mostly involving bondage and punishment, with feminine domination being the common thread through them all. There were a lot of bisexual and lesbian themes, with women being in control. The films were all in black and white that was normal for those times, and where there was sound, it was mostly in a foreign language. There was a lot of audience participation; some of the ladies were quite vocal about the activities being portrayed. Offering advice and making suggestions, as if what was happening on film was for real. There was no holding back on their language either, it seemed like they could outdo a bunch of sailors or soldiers, with their vulgarity and crudity. As before, for me it was a heady time. I was on the edge of my chair, eyes glued to the pictures, loving every scene and participating in the cat calls. After almost two hours, we took a break, while the films were being rewound, returning upstairs to refresh our drinks. The talk now was about what we had seen on the films; obviously many of us had been excited by it. Once the films had been rewound, we were called back down to watch a couple more. Topping up our drinks, we settled back for the second half, flushed now from the drinks, as well as the atmosphere. It was even rowdier than before. bahis siteleri Some of the scenes in the second half were even more explicit than the first. With close-ups of arses being strapped and caned, tits being bound and flogged and tear streaked faces. The highlight of the evening was the final film; the language was in English, which added to the thrill of it. Female voices making demands, others pleading and begging, moans and gasps of pleasures as the women enjoyed themselves and each other. After it was over, again we went up to the living room, to enjoy more drinks. A few of the ladies said there ‘goodnights’ and hurried out, either to go home to husbands or enjoy one another, or both I suppose. Still, there was quite a crowd of us left, in Marlene’s living room, totally relaxed, as one can be among friends with similar interests. For some reason, I looked for Lillian, wondering how she had responded to the films. As I said, she was so quiet and she hadn’t arrived with a partner, I wondered what she got out of it. I found her in the kitchen talking to a couple of other ladies, and I noticed she had on a dress that buttoned down the front. The way she was standing against the counter, leaning against it with her hip, one leg crooked and poking out of her dress, she showed a bit of thigh. I realized the lower two or three buttons were undone. I couldn’t help but smile, is it didn’t seem to be like her. She caught me looking and realised what I was looking at. I blushed, and looking away, she set down her glass and retied the buttons. To save her embarrassment, I returned to the living room and rejoined the others. Marlene saw the smirk on my face and asked me what was so amusing, so I told her what I’d seen. At this she laughed, “I guess you don’t know.” “Know what?” I queried “She’s a voyeur,” she went on with a smile. “While we were all watching the films she was not only watching them, but enjoying herself too.” “You mean…” I couldn’t find the right words. “Yes, she’s a wanker,” Marlene smiled. I was flabbergasted, “She didn’t seem the type.”  “What is the type?” She went on, “One thing we all have in common here, is that we all have inner feelings and desires, and all of us in this room have our secrets which we can only share with others like ourselves.” Now I felt stupid, as I realised I was not the only one turned on sexually by what we saw in the films, but that some of the ladies were happy to relieve themselves by masturbating. “One thing,” Marlene went on. “Don’t say anything stupid like, did you enjoy the films, or what did you like most? Just let it be, when you talk to her.” Others started to leave shortly, as it was now after one in the morning, and before she left, Lillian came over and thanked Marlene for inviting her. Next, she shook Catherine’s hand then turned to me, canlı bahis siteleri “It’s a pleasure meeting you again,” she said, as she took my hand and held it for a moment. Now summing up the courage I replied, “Yes, me too and I hope we will see you again, sometime.” “Thank you,” she replied and with that took her leave. One day, I had been out of my office for some reason, and when I returned, was given a massage that someone called Susan had called for me. I couldn’t think for a minute who this could be, as I didn’t recognize the number, but she had left a number for me to call her back. I called the number and a female whose voice I didn’t recognise answered. I asked to speak to ‘Susan.’ I heard her call out, “Sue, it’s for you.” As soon as she came on the phone, I recognized her voice, it was my friend Sue, from my home town whom I had hardly contacted since we had been together at Christmas. I had been concerned about her shooting her mouth off about my private life, and had made a point of avoiding her. After the usual pleasantries about what we had been up to since then, and of course I told her about my promotion. She told me she had moved into a more spacious flat, with a friend of hers called Sylvia. She invited me to drop over to meet her and have a few drinks. The other bit of news, and reason for the call, was to inform me that her brother, Duncan, was getting married. Of course, I was invited to the wedding, but they hadn’t known how to contact me. After chatting for some time, I agreed to drop in one evening after work, at a mutually agreeable time. Now, as before, I picked up a bottle of Scotch when I went to visit her. I did not bring Catherine, as I didn’t particularly want Sue to meet my new friends. I know I was being snobbish, but then again, she was a hooker, and I really wanted to distance myself from her for that reason. I always felt obliged to her, for she had helped me out when I first came to the city. Now, I did wonder if she had turned queer as well. Being in her business, perhaps she had to service women as well as men, or possibly couples. As it turned out, that wasn’t the case, she had teamed up with this woman for business purposes. Sue told me they had gone from ‘hooking’ to offering a dating service, and it gave an air of respectability working as a pair. I noticed her clothes were more conservative and better quality then than they had been before. I put this down to her friend having had an influence on her. Her friend was a very attractive brunette, in her late thirties. She was a very pleasant woman, with a nice figure who was easy to talk to. Sue and I talked a lot about home, her brother and his girlfriend. She (Duncan’s girlfriend) was an overweight woman about 5 years his senior, who worked in a library and, with him being a bit slow, it seemed they canlı bahis got along quite well. My problem was, now that I had been promoted I couldn’t afford to take much time off work, but said I would let her know if and when I could make it. Although I was quite sure I could con Mr. Gordon into the giving me the Friday and Saturday off, as I would like at least one day at home as well as the Saturday wedding. Marlene asked if I thought I would be able to see Ms. Sharp when I was home. I told her that I wouldn’t have much time, but that I would try. She went on to say, “Well I have some photographs here from our University days and I can give you a couple to show her. I picked the pictures up from her and they weren’t too revealing, but enough to show Ms. Sharp in a lesbian embrace with a woman called Thelma McBride. Now that I knew more about her affairs when she was in University, I would at least attempt to talk and hopefully meet with her again. Marlene had managed to obtain her phone number, as well as her address, so I was determined to contact her one way or another. I borrowed Catherine’s car and drove home the Thursday night before the wedding. This would give me the Friday to visit my family and others. Sue had gone home a few days before, as she was in the bridal party. I dropped in on them in the morning for about an hour, for tea, and then left them to their wedding preparations. As school was out for the summer I hoped Ms. Sharp would be at home, although she could have been on a vacation. I called her in the morning and got no answer, then later at lunch time, I tried again and this time I was delighted to hear her voice. When I identified myself, I’m sure she groaned. “What do you want?” She asked, rather sarcastically. “Now, that’s not a very nice way to greet an ex-pupil, is it?” I replied. “And, before you think about hanging up, I have your address, so will be willing to drop in for a visit if you do.” I swear I might have heard her sob over the phone and, seizing the opportunity, asked, “How is the Headmaster, is he aware of all your accomplishments at university?” Then, before she could recover from what I had said, I went on, “By the way, Thelma sends you her regards.” “Thelma?” She whispered, “Thelma who?” “Thelma McBride,” I went on. “You and she were especially close friends in school and I have a couple of photos of you and her, which you might like to see.” I could tell from her voice that I was getting through to her, she was scared and not sure what to do about it. Anyway, we ended up arranging to meet in the lounge at the Oakwood Tearooms at three in the afternoon; this would give me time to do some shopping beforehand. I got there a few minutes after three and was happy to see that she was already there. Smiling, I walked over to her table and sat down. “How are you Margaret?” I said in a loud voice, as if we were old friends. “Been a while since we last met.” I kept this smile on my face, it wasn’t hard as I felt in control, and I saw her eyes dart around quickly as if to see who was within earshot.

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