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Times they are a changin So we were back home. The routine of everyday life at university, lectures, research in the library, writing up experiments was the order of the day and soon brought us back to reality and the holiday faded into a warm memory. In some ways it was a relief, we had probably indulged in too much drinking and possibly in too much sex while we were on holiday. As a memento Babs bought me a wine bottle charm for my bracelet. The climax of our relationship with Hazel and Rosy had been the holiday and the circle of love. The white heat cooled and we were now in a close but platonic relationship with them. As Babs said we did it because it was fun and exciting and we should stop before it wasn't fun anymore. Rosy told us Rosy Selavy was retiring, his acts were getting far too popular that it was taking over his life so they had decided it was better just to stop immediately than try and limit his appearances. Rosy Selavy disappeared off the local circuit with immediate effect. Implied in this was he would not be coming out again cross dressed, and also we would start calling him Terry again. We understood but it didn't stop us being very sad we wouldn't be seeing the beautiful Rosy again. This didn't stop me cross dressing if fact I couldn't and I didn't want to. I did go out the first time we met up with Hazel and now Terry dressed normally as Adam, but by unanimous decision it was decided that they preferred as I did for me to go out as Eve. One advantage of having Terry with us now was that although we always paid our way he went to the bar to get the drinks being the one boy out with three girls. Babs tutor approached her and suggested she might want to think about changing her course from civil engineering to that of becoming an Architect. After discussions with her parents she decided to do it. This would mean she would have to stay at university for an extra two years. Hopefully I would get a job after I graduated so I would be able to support us both until she was qualified. Another big change was that a few days after we had got home from France the door bell rang, Babs went to the door, peered through the door viewer and called back, "It's your mum," opened the door and let her in. After a cup of tea mum dropped her bomb shell, "Your dad has been promoted and we are moving to Southampton." I was not completely surprised, the advent of containerisation and much larger ships meant that Felixstowe, Tilbury and Southampton were becoming the dominant cargo ports for the UK and shipping companies were concentrating their resources there. I was not heartbroken either, my reaction was that life would be much easier without the complication of my family around. My alter ego Eve would find it much easier to exist without my family being in the vicinity. They moved within the month into rented accommodation down south and my old schoolboy home was empty with a "For Sale" sign outside. It was the definite end of an era. The Saturday after my parents had moved I was getting dressed and was about to put my CV on and it suddenly dawned on me, who was I putting the CV on for at the weekend? Ok I needed to wear it in the week for university as Adam, we also worked at the "Hole" during the week, but at the weekend why not ditch the CV and be much more comfortable as Eve? Sometimes Camille invited us for Sunday lunch so I would need my CV then, but otherwise? I proposed my idea to Babs and asked, "Is that OK with you?" "You know the answer to that, of course it is. It is for you to decide how you dress now, maman seems Ok about Eve, so if she drops in at the weekend it should not be a problem, and now there is no chance of your mother visiting, why not?, girly weekends, what fun." Friday afternoon would see me dump my jeans and tee shirt in the laundry basket, shower and then redress as Eve and the weekend started, my CV unused until Monday morning. So from the odd adventure out cross dressed as a sixteen year old to being Eve full time every weekend, things were only going in one direction. Babs was keen for me as Eve to take up some sport. As Adam I had avoided football, cricket and rugby. After playing tennis on holiday as Eve, Babs thought we should see if we could do it again. We played as Adam and Babs at the university club but I couldn't just turn up there as Eve. However the park which we frequented for walks and sitting out at its cafe had a couple of public clay courts, along with a crown green bowling lawn and a communal sports hall as well as football and rugby pitches. Holt park and its facilities were run and maintained by the trustees of a benevolent Victorian philanthropist shipping magnet for the good of the local community. With the good weather we started playing tennis at Holt park. Babs had her tennis dresses but I couldn't use these, being taller they were too short on me even for tennis as my knickers were nearly on permanent display, great for a fancy dress party but not suitable for playing tennis in a public park. Babs had never bothered with a specific bra for tennis as long as it was white it would do. Sports bra's hadn't been invented yet, over the pond the "Jogbra" was just about to be released. I had seen a bra called the Free Swing Tennis Bra in a sports shop but it was expensive. I suggested we went and ask the experts at Silhouette. Judith said, "We always recommend the Playtex Cross Your Heart bra for sport. It has good deep wings and wide straps, both help give the bust good support and keep the bra in place during exercise and is half the price of that supposed tennis bra'. So Cross Your Heart it was. I got a tennis top and matching box pleat skirt, the top was lemon, the skirt was white with the inside of the box pleats matching lemon as were the ruffles on a pair of white tennis knickers, and white lace ankle socks and the laces for my shoes. "We are not at the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club, we are playing tennis in a public park" was Babs comment the first time I put it all on, but she was grinning. The park gates were just opposite the flat so we walked to the courts already dressed. It did feel odd being out in public in such a short skirt with frilly knickers on but once on the court it didn't bother me at all. Playing as Adam at the uni club because I wore shorts I could keep my second service ball in the pocket of my shorts. When we were in France my playing partner had to keep my second service ball for me as I had had ordinary knickers on. But now having proper tennis knickers on I could tuck the second ball up my knicker leg which I found was much more comfortable than jamming it in my shorts pocket. Once when we were playing, we were half way through our match when a stream of girls about our age started walking past our court and going to the changing rooms. Some in tracksuits and some in short wrap around gym skirts and white tops. At the end of our game Babs said, "shall we see what those girls up to?" As we got near the hall we could hear shouting, whistles and the distinctive squeak of gym shoes on the wooden floor of the sports hall. The hall was large and inside two games of netball were in full swing. We watched from the door for a few minutes when a slightly older woman sitting to one side waved to us and indicated to some empty chairs next to her. We went over and sat by her, watching the games I had forgotten how fast and furious netball was. I had never understood the rules but like any teenage boy I had enjoyed watching the girls play in the hope of seeing their knickers and appreciating their breasts bouncing around. The games finished and the woman introduced herself as the coach for the Holt ladies netball Club. She asked if we were interested in joining. "I bet you haven't played since you were sixteen have you? Just like most of my girls." "That's true," Babs said, "but I don't think Eve has ever played." Babs enjoyed putting me on the spot, and watching me trying to get out of it. "That's odd most girls play at some time." "We played lacrosse at my school," I said recalling Helen had told me once that's what she had played at her posh school. "Well we are always looking for new members, the girls get married, get pregnant or just move away, so do you fancy having a try? Why not come to our next training session. If you haven't got the right kit you could wear what your wearing though I would suggest you get some green gym knickers, those fancy knickers you have on are lovely for tennis but good old gym knickers which I am sure you both wore at school is our kit. Our second team wears green skirts and knickers and our first team Burgundy. Walking home Babs said, "your fantasy may yet come true, playing netball in big gym knickers, what more could you want." Over the next few days Babs taught me the very basic rules so by the time we went on the training evening I had a grasp at least on what each player did and the area of the pitch they were allowed to go in although the one step rule seemed very complicated and Babs couldn't remember it all. We bought ourselves pairs of green sports knickers. Although used to big knickers myself I rarely saw Babs in big knickers and I found it strangely erotic. Stood in her polo shirt and knickers she said to me "at my old school this is what we wore for gym and netball, no skirt. These adult gym knickers are much more fitting than the baggy things we used to wear." This was true, they fitted like any of my normal knickers, but instead of being satin or lace which was my first choice they were plain thick cotton but as I liked, waist high. The training was fun and as we both played tennis we were fast on our feet and we're used to moving quickly around the court and my height was useful, although the Goal Shooters and Goal Keepers were just as tall as me. By the end of the evening we had made a load of girl friends of about our age, a mixture of shop assistants, bank clerks, and hotel receptionists. We said we would join and went away to get our green wrap around skirts, white knee socks with green stripes and white polo shirts. In our first match we both played in the third quarter, I was sent on as Wing Defence and Babs as Wing Attack. I was very nervous for the first couple of minutes, but the pace of the game made me forget my nerves and I was disappointed when the final whistle went. We walked from the flat dressed in our net netball kit ready to play for our first match, the skirts of which were even shorter than our tennis outfits. The opposition and some of our team came in tracksuits already changed just having their skirts in their sports bag, but a few changed in the changing room. I was used to being in a women's changing room but not with so many girls of my age. Those who needed to, stripped to their bra and knickers pulled on their gym knickers over the top of the knickers they were wearing and tops and everyone sat around chatting in just their tops and knickers only putting on their skirts as we trooped out onto the court. Babs whispered to me "put your eyes back in your head they are out on stalks, girls sports teams attract more than their fair share of lesbians, if you don't watch it you will be out on a date before you know it." Over the months we progressed from being subs to sometimes being chosen to start. I was tried as goal keeper being tall but the coach said I was not aggressive enough and too lady like which of course Babs found amusing. After the first time I played Goal Attack Babs took a photo of me in my netball kit with my GA bib on. One eye opener to me was how some girls were affected by their periods. They would not be able to play because of period pains, sore breasts or lack of energy. The only effect periods had on Babs was to increase her libido, and her need to be dominant, if Babs used the strap on it was often her time of the month. Babs got me a ball for my bracelet, it had hearts engraved all over it but to me it was a netball. The Venn diagram of our lives was about to get more and more complex with more circles and more intersections. Stitch in Time I always found it difficult to find dresses to fit me, my longer body and narrower hips compared to the average female form being the problem. The waist of a dress would usually be above my natural waist and could be baggy round my hips. I suppose it's human nature to want what you can't have. Just like my slight fetish for shoes, I hankered after a nice dress that fitted. I was happy wearing tops and skirts but it didn't stop me wanting a dress. Walking home from the shops, I was complaining to Babs on another unsuccessful search when she said to me, "well, why don't you make your own? Your an engineer surely you could understand a dress pattern and assemble a dress with the help of a sewing machine'. I was intrigued by the idea, could I make a dress? First we needed a sewing machine. That was easy, Camille had a little Elna Lotus she had hardly ever used and gave it to Babs along with her cantilever sewing box. I spent a Saturday afternoon reading the instruction book and understanding how the machine worked. I also tidied the sewing box and in the bottom found an unused Butterick pattern for a simple skirt, so all we needed now was fabric, cotton and a zip. John Lewis had a large haberdashery department and we bought a couple of yards of dusky pink cotton fabric. It didn't take us long to cut out the skirt with both of us interpreting the pattern and Babs dredging her memory from Home Economics classes at school. Inserting the zip was a bit of a problem but after a phone call to Hazel's mum for some guidance we were soon the proud owner of a pink skirt. I was hooked, I liked sewing on many levels, I enjoyed the creativity of making something, the engineer in me got satisfaction from assembling the skirt from a two dimensional fabric, understanding how it all fit together and creating a three dimensional garment. As Eve I just loved the skirt! Next I bought a pattern for a sleeveless shift dress which was quite fitting. Laying out the pattern and with the help of Babs measuring me, we adjusted where the bust line and waistline were and reduced the hip measurement. I was over the moon with the result, a dress that fitted! With all the studying it was great to have something practical to do with my hands. From then on there was never a time when I didn't have a project on the go either for me or Babs. So started a lifetime of dressmaking and I had no inkling then how much it was going to affect my future. At that time it was still cheaper to make your own clothes than to buy, as this was before cheap imports from the sweat shops of the Asia and the Far East. For example all lingerie and clothes in M&S were made in the UK at the time. After a few projects I thought I might have a go at lingerie myself but studying how a bra was made soon made me realise it was not viable. Not only was the construction complex but some of the fabrics were just not available to the general public. I could have made knickers but it wasn't really worth the effort, or so I thought. I was now a committed dressmaker and I wanted a dressmakers dummy and Hazel's mum had an old one going spare. May only knew me as Eve, she thought Babs and Eve were two school friends of Hazel's who had had worked with her at Old Hall and now shared a flat together while at university. In the past she had altered and made clothes and costumes for me as Eve. We hadn't seen her for ages but I had phoned her a few times as Eve for help and sewing tips so it would be nice to see her in person again. So we went and visited May, I put on a dress I had made to show her how I was getting on with my new hobby. We had a cup of tea and a chat, and she was very complimentary of my efforts but also gave some constructive criticism. As we left, May offered to help me anytime I needed it with my dressmaking either over the phone or I could go and see her. We carried the dummy back on the train and attracted a few stares and smiles. Three lads got on and one said to the other "Christ Bob I don't fancy yours!" "Dorothy" the dummy stood in the corner of the living room, with her polished mahogany stand and legs she more like a piece of furniture and was very rarely naked as she was nearly always draped in some half made skirt or dress. It was like having someone else living in the flat. It wasn't long before I was back at May's for a lesson. I was struggling with silky and sheer fabrics. Sewing them was very difficult, they puckered, frayed and ever tore. After May showed me how to choose the right needle, adjust the tension, how to do French seams and sometimes even hand sew, the world of slinky dresses, skirts, slips and nighties was open to me. So started our long association and friendship. One of the dresses I made myself was a tennis dress. Up till now I had worn skirts and tops. By coincidence I bought the same Simplicity pattern made famous by the Martin Elliott Tennis Girl poster and adjusted it to fit my body length, but unlike the girl in the poster I wore my frilly tennis kickers when I wore the dress! My Modiste "Cooee, may I come in," It was Maud at our open French doors. Babs waved her in, we were having a lazy Saturday morning coffee. Babs went to get Maud a cup when the door bell rang, I opened it and it was Camille. Being Saturday I was dressed as Eve in a dungaree dress with a plain white blouse underneath." Good morning Eve may I come in? she said, "of course maman," I said warily stepping to one side. I was still not relaxed dressed as Eve in Camille's company. "Oh hi maman, coffee?" Babs called from the kitchen with a nervous edge to her voice. Maud was standing next to the Dorothy inspecting my latest project. "Hello Camille," she said, "I was just admiring Eve's handy work, what with her cooking skills as well she will make someone a lovely wife'. Now we hadn't actually told Camille it was me who was using her sewing machine so she favoured me with one of her long steady looks which I could never interpret. Babs had heard Maud's comment and came out of the kitchen grinning broadly with two cups and saucers on a tray. We drank from mugs, but Maud and especially Camille would not entertain such things. "So maman what do you think of Eve's new dress," Babs said with mischief in her eyes nodding her head towards Dorothy. "Very competent," was Camille's only reply. Dammed by faint praise I thought. Babs mercilessly teased me the rest of the day about Maud reckoning I would make someone a lovely wife especially as I was in a dress and Babs was wearing jeans. It had to be admitted that she wore the trousers in all things in our relationship. Next Friday evening Babs plonked a packet in front of me and said, "you are honoured, maman asks if you will make this for her'. It was a Vogue pattern of a shirtwaister dress. Swallowing hard, I said, "Well I suppose so'. Teasing me Babs said, "Maman says if you are free tomorrow she will meet you in John Lewis's and you can help her choose the fabric. I won't be there as I have an appointment with my course tutor. You will have maman all to yourself, wont that be fun. I am sure you will get on like a house on fire and your girl friends in John Lewis will be happy to see you." I was well known to the ladies in the haberdashery department as I was a frequent customer. Next day I was very nervous when I met up with Camille in the haberdashery department dressed in a blouse and thin cotton skirt both made by my own fair hands. "Hello Eve, shall we have a coffee first? My treat." During coffee Camille was at pains to put me at my ease, chatting away about the family and asking about my course. Afterwards we went to the haberdashery department and I was greeted by the women who worked there many of whom I was on first name terms with, which was only to be expected as I seemed to be always in there. After some time Camille chose a plain grey material but I persuaded her to have bright red buttons on the front, and although it would make my job more difficult said I would top stitch the collar and plackets in bright red cotton. "I suppose you will need to take some measurements, shall we go back to the flat," Camille said as we walked out of the shop. "OK, fine," I said, I hadn't considered measuring her, she had already told me she was an British size ten. Back at the flat I went into the small bedroom where I kept the sewing box to get my tape measure, when I came back out Camille was just stepping out of her dress. I was completely aghast, I imagined I was only going to measure her for hem length but here she was now before me dressed only in an extremely lacy black bra slip. Calming myself I took the dress from her and hung it over a chair. "So where do you want to start," Camille asked. I started with the easy ones, skirt length from waist to hem and arm length, then nape of the neck to her waist and then her waist measurement, I was working slowly towards the more intimate measurements. Camille took my hands and with a twinkle in her eyes said, "relax Eve you are making me nervous, I have come to terms with Eve in fact I like her very much. Now a woman's modiste is like her doctor or hairdresser, so shall we continue?" Still nervous I ran the tape around her hips aware my hands were resting on her mons as I took the measurement where the tape met. She then raised her arms and with hands still shaking I passed the tape round her back which meant my nose was nearly buried in her cleavage as I reached round to get the end of the tape and my senses were filled with her Rive Gauche perfume which she always wore. I took the three bust measurements, one just under her breasts, then I ran the tape over the fullest part of the lacy cups of the bra slip, taking note of the measurement where the tape crossed at her cleavage and the last one above her breasts, the chest measurement. I then had to measure from her shoulder to the fullest part of her bosom meaning I actually had to touch her breast, and I distinctly felt her erect nipple inside the lacy cup. The tape slid to the floor as my fingers seeming out of my control spread over her breast and gently squeezed the lace encased luscious mound. Looking up into her eyes I kissed her. All my senses were in chaos, part of me was screaming "STOP," but another part of me was urging me on. Camille didn't stop me or pull away from me, in fact her lips parted and I felt the tip of her tongue come out and touch the tip of mine. My right hand was still on her left breast and my left was now on the back of her head. I rolled the organ stop of her nipple through my fingers pinching it gently. She rested her hands on my hips pulling me into close contact with her. She gyrated her hips against me and in the process moving her mons against my very erect penis which she had to be able to feel through the thin fabric of my skirt. I was overcome and orgasmed shuddering under the wave of ecstasy coursing through me and clung to her panting. Camille stroked and patted me on the back repeating, "there there, there there," as if she was comforting a crying baby. Coming to my senses I said, "I am so sorry maman I don't know what came over me." "Don't apologise my dear, I am not offended in fact I am flattered, it's nice to think I can still have that effect on someone so young." Camille replied stroking the back of my head. "Now pass me my dress and zip me up please," Camille commanded. After I had zipped her into her dress she smoothed it over her bust and hips in a most sensuous way. I was still lightheaded and breathless. As Camille kissed me good bye she said to me with mock severity, "everything that happens between a lady and her modiste including those measurements is sacrosanct and is never revealed to anyone'. After she had gone I stood there shaking, I then went and changed my knickers and made myself a cup of tea to steady myself. I gave a highly edited account of my adventure to Babs when she came in, stopping before the kiss and with no mention of our passionate embrace. "What a tease," she said, "she knew exactly what she was doing parading around in her undies in front of you'. I mentally agreed with her whole heartedly. With unnerving perception Babs said, "have you told me everything? are you feeling alright? you're looking very pale." Changing the subject quickly I said, "She called me her modiste, what does that mean," I asked. "A modiste is a Parisian dressmaker, she was complimenting you," Babs said. It was a labour of love, I wanted it to be perfect. In the end the dress was finished except for the skirt hem so I invited Camille round to try it on. Babs was home this time when her mother arrived. I was worried how Camille would be with me after last time, but she was fine and gave me a little pat on my arm to reassure me. I had hung the dress up in our bedroom for Camille change into. Babs and her mother went into the bedroom but didn't close the door and Camille called out "come in here Eve I may need your help'. As before Camille took her dress off but this time handed it to Babs who was grinning from ear to ear at my discomfort with her mother dressed in a beautiful cream Charmeuse satin bra slip probably the most expensive Silhouette stocked. "So what is the best way to put it on," Camille asked. "I think over your head will be best maman, the waist is elasticated so that you can ease it over your, your, your..... I stammered. "Your boobs," Babs said and laughed. "Bernadette, "bust," please," Camille said admonishing Babs. Camille putting her arms through the sleeves slipped the dress over her head and eased the waist of the dress over her breasts, her slip acting almost as a lubricant and settled it in its correct position. The buttons of the top were still undone and Camille just stood there waiting until I realised she wanted me to do them up. Babs was pulling faces at me from behind her mother trying to make me laugh as I did the buttons up on the dress, the back of my fingers brushing her breasts as I did so, I looked into Camille's eyes and they were twinkling with amusement, she obviously enjoyed teasing me again with her body. The fit was fine in fact it was perfect, I was so relieved. The bright red buttons and top stitching looked great against the dove grey fabric. I had also bought a matching red belt to cover the elasticated waist. With Babs help I marked the hem, Camille removed the dress and as she pulled it over her head, her slip caught in the dress and rode up to her waist revealing her stocking tops, cream suspender belt, and matching full cut Charmeuse satin knickers. I grabbed the hem of the slip and pulled it back down. "Ooops," Babs said giggling at my furious blushing. Camille eased the bra slip back into place still with a twinkle in her eyes. I went out of the room and busied myself sewing the hem at the machine. Camille put on Babs dressing gown as she waited for me to finish. I gave the dress a final press and Camille tried it on again. Without thinking I smoothed the dress down her sides and over her bottom as I would have if Babs was trying on a dress. Realising what I had done I pulled my hands away as if Camille's body was red hot. Looking at the final result Babs clapped and said, "you clever boy'. Camille said, "thank you my dear," and gave me one her usual family kisses but with what seemed to me a more affectionate hug than usual. After we had seen Camille off the premises Babs said to me "you've got real talent it's a shame dressmaking won't pay as much as being a turbine engineer, unless you become a designer'. " "I can make and copy clothes but I am no designer, I said, it's just my hobby." "Well you can make your own bridesmaids dress if and when Hazel and Terry get married. "I am going as Terry's best man and I am wearing a suit," I said firmly. "Mmm we'll see, I bet you could make your own suit," Babs said with a grin. "No, I am a dressmaker, not a tailor, it just doesn't interest me. I will happily make a blouse or top but not a man's shirt. Dresses and skirts are fine but not jackets and trousers well not men's anyway. I will make your bridesmaids dress though for their wedding whenever it is." "You are precious," Babs said giving me another hug, "ahah what's this? the sight my mother in her knickers has excited JT, well come with me you naughty boy we will have to sort that out." That's how I got a pair of scissors for my bracelet. West End Girls One afternoon I came in from a lecture and Babs was just putting the phone down. Our drawing board was set up and I could see an intricate arch of some sort she was working on. "How do you fancy a girls weekend in London?" Babs asked. "Can we afford it?" thinking she must mean just the two of us. "maman is paying" "Why would she do that?" Grinning Babs said, "Because she is coming'. "Maman and Janet are going to London to do a bit of shopping and go and see Evita in the West End and she asked if we would like to go with her." "I will feel a bit out of place, the three of you and me'. "No you won't, I said, a girls weekend, you will be going as Eve at maman's request, and nobody refuses maman, this is your reward for making that grey dress and whatever else you two got up to." Babs said with a knowing look. "I think she wants to show you off to Janet'. "Janet knows?," I said feeling a bit queasy. Janet was Camille's best friend. I had known her for as long as I had known Babs. Before we went to university if I went round Babs parents house during the day Janet was often sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea chatting to Camille. Janet was about Camille's age and like Camille had kept her figure and looks and had not let herself descend into looking mumsy, in fact she dressed more fashionably than Camille. She had one son, he was a year older than me and had gone to a boarding school and was now at Edinburgh university so I had never met him. Janet had been to the flat a few times as she and Camille often came into the city together to go shopping. Every time she had visited I was always dressed normally as Adam. "Janet is maman's best friend, I suppose maman had to share what she knew about us with someone, I think from what maman has said that Janet advised her to be tolerant of us when she found out about you. We probably have a lot to be grateful to Janet for, we might not still be living here if it wasn't for her. I think she is very curious and looking forward to meeting Eve'. The last time I had met Janet had been at the Masonic Ladies evening, she and her husband had been on our table and I had even danced with her. She had given no indication she knew my secret then, she was obviously very discrete woman. So the next Friday afternoon we were stood on the concourse of the station waiting for Camille and Janet to arrive on the local train. I was dressed in a green roll neck dress in jersey I had made and had on my favourite boots. Underneath I was wearing my corselette and the all over gentle squeeze was reassuring, I felt as comfortable as I could. However I still felt Like Adam dressed in girls clothes rather than Eve. Babs squeezed my hand, "don't worry," she said, "you look great and you know Janet, we are going to have a great time, just relax'. The train arrived and off got Camille wearing the dress I made her and Janet. Ignoring the fact she had known me for a long time as Adam, Janet walked straight up to me and said, "My dear Eve, I have been so looking forward to meeting you," and pecked me on the cheek. "I love your dress, did you make it yourself? I am so jealous of Camille's dress, she told me you were a talented dressmaker'. Camille smiling gave me and Babs the usual family kiss. We found the platform and got on the Intercity 125 and located our reserved seats in 1st class. Camille and Janet liked to travel in style. I needn't have worried Babs was right, we talked and laughed all the way to London, Janet had a very dry sense of humour and I never seen Camille so relaxed. The company and the fact we had a meal on the train meant I was so surprised when we pulled into Euston. A nervous Adam dressed as a girl had got on the train and a fairly relaxed Eve got off. We got a black taxi to the hotel and checked in. It being perfectly normal and acceptable for two ladies or girls to share a room especially when coming up to London shopping, Camille and Janet had one room and Babs and I had another. Our room was large twin bed room, both beds were full size doubles so we would only be sleeping in one. Next morning after we had got ready for breakfast Babs and I stood outside Camille's bedroom and knocked on the door. Camille and Janet came out and as they closed the door I glanced in. The room was identical to ours, and like ours only one bed had been slept in! On the way down in the lift to the restaurant Babs raised her eyebrows and winked at me, she had seen into the room as well. As we helped ourselves to the breakfast buffet Babs whispered to me "I knew they were close, but not that close, it seems I am my mother's daughter'. "Don't you mind," I asked, "certainly not, I am no hypocrite," Babs sniffed in reply. Shopping with women in London is hard work. I don't believe we missed going into any dress shop within a square mile of Oxford Street. In Harvey Nichols Janet and I were sat outside the changing rooms waiting while Babs was helping her mother try on a dress when Janet said to me, "Camille and I met years ago and went to Mothers Union together, we had hoped my son Paul and Bernadette might marry. I have always wanted a daughter but it was not meant to be and Bernadette as a daughter in law would have been perfect. My husband insisted Paul was sent away to his old school and although they met up at school holidays there was never any chemistry between Bernadette and Paul, and now he is up in Scotland studying Theology. Once Bernadette had met you, I wondered if your relationship would last but over time I saw that you and her were besotted with each other. Then when Camille told me about Eve I was tempted, selfishly to advise her to split you up, hoping that Paul may have had a second chance but I am glad I didn't. I advised her to meet Eve and see what she was like and make up her own mind. Paul has always been a sensitive boy and I am not sure now he will ever marry, if fact he may become a priest. Bernadette is a very special girl but then again so are you," she said dryly breaking the sombre mood she stroked my leg and patted me on the knee. "Thank you," I said quietly. Babs and Camille emerged from the changing rooms, "I am not sure what I was doing I there I am sure maman would have preferred her Modiste to assist her," Babs teased. Later we went back to the hotel and got changed, me into a cream lace shift dress with chiffon sleeves which had been very difficult to make. It was a near copy of the black dress Babs used to have which I wore to Toad Hall's staff party and had ended up being stabbed by my own bra. We met up with the other two in the hotel foyer and Janet said to me, "Eve my dear you don't make life easy for yourself do you? yesterday you were in jersey and now in lace and chiffon'. "I enjoy the challenge, although this really tested me, the trick is thread tension when sewing these difficult fabrics," I replied. "It all sounds too difficult to me and I am glad I can afford to buy my clothes, but that is lovely," Janet said. We had an early theatre goers dinner at a west end restaurant and then we were off to see Evita. When we sat down in the theatre I was sat between Babs and Janet with Camille on the other side of Janet. During the show Babs rested her hand on my knee and tapped her fingers along to the music and somehow Janet ended up holding my hand. At the interval I said to Babs "I wish Terry was here he would had loved it." "Yes I could see Terry on stage here, mind you not playing David Essex's Che but I could see him as Rosy replacing Elaine Paige as Evita easily," Babs agreed. In bed that evening I said to Babs, "Janet tell me you and Paul were supposed to be an item'. "Janet very smart lady but she sees Paul with a mothers eyes, he gives me the creeps, he is not very nice boy," Babs said mimicking Larry Grayson. "He wasn't interested in me or anything else in a skirt." "Janet called him sensitive," I said. "That's her euphemism for creepy and strange," Babs replied. "Thinking about it, I bet those baby boys clothes that Terry's mum was given for Terry were Pauls." "Janet reckons he may become a priest'. I said. "Well the choir boys better keep their backs to the wall or they will all be singing soprano. I don't think he understood the meaning of "adult," or "consenting," from what he hinted at what he got up to at that school with the younger boys," Babs said with a shudder. Changing the subject I asked "So what about Camille and Janet?" Babs face cleared from the disturbing thoughts of Paul and said, "what a laugh! maman and Janet romping between the sheets, I knew I got my sexual taste from somewhere. Below her prim and proper exterior maman is a very sensual woman hence the vibrator we found. I get my high sex drive from her. Janet puts on a good show but things aren't great between her and her husband. He is away Monday to Friday which I think is a blessing as I think he may knock her about which is why she is always round maman's. I am glad she and maman are having some fun." Babs comment about her mother being a sensual woman brought into sharp focus the scene of me clinging to her as I climaxed into my knickers. "So you think your dad and maman are fine," I asked. "I am sure they are, this is maman having a bit of fun and giving her best friend some comfort at the same time. You of all people will understand that it is possible to have intimate friends of either sex but still be in a loving relationship." While we had been talking Babs had been playing with one of my nipples, with predictable results, she walked her fingers under the covers and found my erect penis. "Oh hello JT, are you awake because Eve is imagining what maman and Janet are doing next door? Babs chuckled. "I know JT, seeing your up and about lets fuck away thoughts of that nasty Paul shall we?" As we had sex, an image formed in my mind of Camille dressed only in her Charmeuse satin knickers in a passionate embrace with Janet. Babs biting down hard on my nipple made me gush and gush in orgasm. Next afternoon we were stood on the station concourse again. Janet giving my bottom a surreptitious squeeze gave me a hug and a kiss and said to me "I hope we meet again very soon Eve'. We saw Camille and Janet onto the local train and then walked home. "Yet another women under you spell, I think it's your air of vulnerability that wins them over," Babs joked ruefully. feMale Escort A week or so later I was home alone when the door bell rang. I opened the door and Janet was stood there, I looked around for Camille but she was by herself. "Oh hi," I said, "would you like to come in'. Janet came in, "I was just passing and thought I would just pop in and say hello," she said. "Babs isn't here," I told her. "That's fine, she said, so you're not Eve all the time then? "No I am mostly Adam, I dress as Eve only now and again. Would you like a cup of coffee," I said hoping to change the subject. "Lovely, so is this your latest creation then," she said going over to Dorothy who was wearing a blouse I was working on. "Such a lovely feel to the material, you do like your silks and satins don't you," she said smiling. "It's for Babs and she chose the material," I said a little defensively. Janet smiled her thank you as I gave her a coffee and offered her a seat. We chatted companionably enough about this and that and after she had finished her coffee she got up to go. Coming over to me she hugged me and gave me a peck on the cheek, "I meant what I said, I hope I see Eve again very soon," she then patted me on the bottom and I let her out the door. When Babs came in I told her about Janet's visit. "I bet she wants to get inside your knickers to see what you've got in there," Babs said with a snigger. "She's more interested in Eve than Adam, and seemed disappointed I didn't dress as Eve all the time, I said. "She may prefer you in a skirt but its JT she's interested in I guarantee. You're the complete package, a sweet girl with a dick or a nice boy with boobs take your pick." I felt offended at that. "You mean I am a freak, a circus exhibit," I said hurt. "No Eve the complete opposite you're perfect which is why everyone loves you, I am lucky your mine and now Janet has fallen under your spell." "But why Eve and not Adam, I still don't understand." "The two men in her life are not very nice which is why she now prefers women, and you my love are the perfect solution." "But she and Camille seem to be enjoying themselves why does she need me." "Because as a woman, sex with another woman is lovely but nothing beats the real thing and you are in a position to know what it feels like to handle and have a live penis inside you, nothing beats it." My mind flashed back to images of Rosy and I could not disagree. "So if you're right what am I to do?" "Well that's up to you. Janet is a lovely person with a bastard of a husband and a pervert of a son, she deserves some joy in her life, she obviously has maman but you could help as well if you wanted to." "And you wouldn't mind?" I asked scandalised. "I don't mind temporally lending you out for a deserving cause and you would be giving a nice lady some pleasure'. "I would feel like a prostitute," I said. "An escort perhaps, of indeterminate sex and your payment would be in kind," Babs replied. "Indeterminate sex, what do you mean by that'? "I mean my darling, you are who you are and I wouldn't change you for the world." I still wasn't convinced. "It's just sex," Babs said. "If she wanted you to fix her boiler, you would do that wouldn't you? because you can do it." "Well yes I would." "So if she wanted sex with you, you could do that, because my love you can do that as well." "So how would it work?" I asked not convinced by her logic but getting a little interested. "Well we could invite her for a coffee on neutral ground say John Lewis's cafe where you carry out all your liaisons, on the pretext to discuss maman's up and coming fortieth birthday and at the last minute I won't be able to make it and then we see how it goes'. With some trepidation I agreed. I rang Janet and asked if she wanted to meet for a coffee, she was so pleased I started to feel better about the whole thing. I went dressed as Eve and Janet met me with a hug and kiss. I gave Babs apologises and we decide to discuss Camille's birthday another time. Over coffee we reminisced about our trip to London and she was also interested in how both Babs and I was getting on at Uni. At the end of our meet up just when I thought it was going to end there, Janet said, "would you like to come to my house sometime and I will cook you a meal." This was it, I could make an excuse and say no but she looked at me almost pleading and before I knew it I said, "yes I would love to'. The relief and pleasure on her face made me glad I had agreed. Even though for me it had been a pleasure and a labour of love, Camille had insisted on giving me money for making her dress. "treat yourself," was her command when she gave me the money, and I obeyed. I could not get an image out of my mind and so much to Babs amusement and mock despair I spent the money and a lot and more in Silhouette on two pairs of knickers identical in every detail including the colour to the pair I had seen Camille wearing along with the matching bra slip. The knickers were very plain with very full legs and came up to my waist. The underwired bra slip was in the same fabric and that is was what made them special and expensive. The Charmeuse silk satin was glossy and slippery and was everything I found sensuous in female wear. The feel of the knickers when I wore them and the fabric against my nipples could very easily cause an erection. This was my first bra slip, we had never had one before but if it was good enough for Camille it was good enough for me. It was such a sensible piece of lingerie I could not understand why we had never had one before. Walking back from Silhouette with my new purchase Babs said, "if those knickers had been any fuller they would have been bloomers'. "Ooh, silk directoire knickers, what a thought," I said teasing. "What with your love of big knickers, OBG's and corsets, you have been born out of your time, if you could, when would you have liked to be born?" "That's difficult I find most women's fashion this century fascinating. Poodle skirts from the fifties with all those petticoats is tempting especially with a bullet bra, can you imagine me as a sweater girl," I said sticking out my bust. "Hazel would make a great sweater girl, in fact if we go to another fancy dress she has to go as Marilyn Munroe, I bet Silhouette has a 1950's bullet bra for her somewhere in their drawers." Babs giggled. "Edwardian dresses were very elegant and feminine and of course I loved wearing that flapper dress," I said carrying on with my musings. "You love all this don't you, your face lights up when you talk about it, since you started dressmaking there has been no stopping you." "Well it's a great hobby and is something very different from writing five thousand words about industrial lubrication," I said. "Mmmm, I wonder," Babs said looking at me with a little smile. "What?," I asked "Oh nothing," Babs replied. My date with Janet was set. It was a Wednesday evening, Janet's husband was guaranteed to be away, and I did not have a lecture till Thursday afternoon. I wore my "Camille," lingerie along with hold up stockings and the lace dress that Janet had admired. The skirt of which was full enough for me not to tuck unless I got too excited. I had removed the barbells from my nipples, they could have been a step to far on a first date. Babs walked me to the station and as we stood waiting for the train I asked her "so your still alright with this?" "yes of course I am, it's only sex and you could be bringing some happiness into the life of a sad lady. Here put these in your handbag," Babs said handing me a packet of Durex. "Blimey I never thought about that," I said. "Well it's a good job someone's on the ball, so if all goes well I will expect home tomorrow morning, if not I will see you later this evening," Babs grinned. The train pulled in and I got on. Twenty minutes later I got off at Janet's station and she was waiting on the platform. She had a very smart plain sky blue shift dress on and looked at least five years younger than her forty one years. "You look lovely," Eve she said to me as a greeting giving me her usual hug and kiss. Outside the station was a dark red Jensen Interceptor MK III, Janet opened the passenger door and in shock I got into the light brown leather and walnut interior. What a glorious car! Janet got in the driver's seat and we growled out of the station powered by the Chrysler 7.2 litre V8 engine. Five minutes later after driving down a tree lined avenue, we stopped at some gates, Janet got a blocky remote out of her door pocket pressed the green button on it and the gates swung open and in we went. I was still speechless as she opened my door and handed me out. The house was twice as big as the Sapphic girls, it was about the same size as the wine Chateau in France. There was a clang as the gates automatically reclosed. This woke me up from my trance. "Nice house but what a beautiful car," I said. "Good to see you have your priorities right," Janet laughed, "please come in'. The inside of the house was very plush and elegant, I was led passed a darkened dining room to a subtly lit drawing room. In one corner was a large B&O TV and half way down one wall was a B&O HiFi system with no visible wires or supports and seeming to float in the air, bracketing a large fire place with a dog grate full of logs were the elegant although huge accompanying speakers. There were a couple of deeply buttoned oxblood leather Chesterfield sofa's along with matching winged chairs and stools. Behind the seating a small table had been set up with a linen cloth, bone china plates, silver cruet set and a candelabra. I sat in one of the chairs and Janet busied herself putting on the HiFi with classical music which although soft seemed to fill the room, lit the candelabra and then went across to an extensive cocktail cabinet bedecked with Stuart Crystal glasses, took a decanter out of a Tantalus and asked "Gin and tonic, ice and lemon'? I smiled and nodded. After handing me my drink Janet kicked of her shoes and sat in the corner of one of the sofas with her feet tucked up under her. She raised her glass "to a lovely evening," she toasted. She then said, "so tell me "All about Eve"'. I tried only to give her highlights but by her gentle probing and questioning I told her the whole story from when my breasts first appeared to when Camille found out about me. I managed not mention Hazel and Rosy. Half way through my story Janet asked, "Hungry? I nodded and she went out to the Kitchen. Over pate, poached salmon , cr?me brulee and Chablis I continued my story finishing it just as we finished the wine. We carried the plates back to the huge kitchen and I helped stack the dishwasher, the first I had ever seen. As Janet percolated some coffee on an AGA which was simmering in a corner of the kitchen I asked "do you live here by yourself during the week?" "No I have a women and a gardener who come in Monday to Friday to help me although I do all the cooking as I enjoy it." She replied. I carried the tray of coffee back to the drawing room put it on a low table and sat on the sofa near it. Janet got another decanter out of the Tantalus and poured us brandy's into balloon glasses and came and sat next to me. After coffee and a second brandy, I made the first move, I leant across and kissed her and she responded with passion. Janet stood up offered her hand and helped me up from the sofa. She then led me out into the hall and up the stairs into a large bedroom all this without speaking. We stood kissing and then I felt her hand on the nape of my neck as she found the zip of my dress, still kissing I did the same and we unzipped each other in unison. Trying to keep on kissing we shrugged our dresses off giggling. Standing back we looked at each other, stared, Janet sat on the edge of the bed and started to laugh which set me off as well. In every detail we were both wearing identical bra slips. Then looking for all the world like Anne Bancroft in the Graduate Janet lifted her legs one at a time unclipped her stockings and sensually slid them off. I pushed my own hold ups down and stepped out of them. Janet stood back up and pulled me to her and kissed me again. Repeating the act of taking our dresses off Janet unhooked the back of my bra slip as I did hers and we pulled them over our heads. We giggled as we looked at each other in our identical knickers. Janet had the matching suspender belt on which she quickly took off. Stood before me she had nothing to be ashamed off. Her body belied her forty years, it was taut from the regular swimming, keep fit and yoga classes she attended at her private health club. Her breasts were still firm and her figure was naturally curvy and smooth with no visible ribs or hip bones. The only thing that marred her body was a large fading bruise on one shoulder and another on her arm which looked like a defence wound. I went to her and gently stroked and kissed the bruises, she whimpered but moved her body so I could kiss them all over. Cupping my breasts she said, "oh Eve you are beautiful'. As we slipped between the Egyptian cotton sheets of the bed and kissed again I noticed on her bedside table a strip of pills, Janet was subtly reassuring me she had taken precautions which was good as my handbag was down stairs. I fondled and suckled her breasts and by now she was interested in only one thing and her hand was on my knickers which due to their generous cut I was tenting with my erection. Her hand slipped under the waistband of my knickers and she sighed as she stroked my penis "I had forgotten what they feel like," she whispered in my ear. I slid my hand under the waistband of her knickers and I encountered trimmed pubic hair. Babs, Hazel, Rosy and myself had not let our pubic hair grow for some time and it was a surprise to feel this downy growth. She was already very wet and moaned as my figures gently explored her vulva. Without a word we both removed our knickers and I slipped between her open legs. I entered her, and the feeling of her pubic hair on my groin as I plunged her depths was a sensation I had almost forgotten. We orgasmed quickly, Janet stiffening and emitting little squeals as we climaxed. Almost immediately she burst into tears and starting sobbing. Panicking I cuddled her and asked what was wrong, between sobs she said, "nothing, nothing, it was so beautiful I never realised that was how it was supposed to feel it was amazing. Camille told me it could be like this, but I just never knew, I just never knew." In time the sobbing subsided and we fell asleep. I woke thinking I was back in France as I smelt coffee and croissants. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was the neat triangle of Janet's pubic hair just in front of me. She was stood next to my side of the bed with a tray, dressed in a pink silk robe which had had fallen open revealing her nakedness. "Good morning my dear would you like some breakfast?" She asked. Putting the tray on the bedside table she got back into bed, snuggled up and kissed me. Her hand went under the covers and found my morning erection. Sex this time was longer and slower as we now were a little more familiar with each other. After orgasm Janet laughed, cried and hiccupped at the same time apologising through her tears. We sat up in bed and in the afterglow of sex drank coffee and ate croissants. I had not brought a change of clothes except of course for a spare pair of knickers in my handbag. After we got dressed Janet insisted on driving me back to the flat. In the car we giggled again about our identical lingerie. Janet told me she had been a customer of Silhouette's for years. In fact Silhouette was where she had met Camille many years ago and they had been friends since. She had admired Camille's new lingerie and decided to get some for herself for very special occasions. Hilary at Silhouette had said to her she was surprised how popular this line was as this was the third set she had sold in a month. Janet asked me where I had got mine. On pain of death if she told Camille I had told her, I described how Camille had revealed her knickers to me when taking of the famous grey dress and admiring them so much had then I had bought my own from Silhouette. Luckily Janet could pull into a lay-by and get over her laughing fit before she caused an accident. Before I got out the car we kissed, "I will try not to cry if ever there was a next time," she said, what happened was between you me and Bernadette, I would never mention this to Camille." "do you want there be a next time?" I asked. "Only if you and especially Bernadette want it," she said. "I took the tears as the best compliment I have ever had," I said as I got out of the car. When I got in Babs was waiting. "Well you dirty stop out I suppose the evening went well?" "Yes it was very nice but you should see her car and house!" "Oops, did I forget to tell you Janet's a millionaire," Babs said grinning. "She used to own a chain of boutiques but sold them, she is a self made woman." After I had showered and changed ready for lectures, I said, "well I am sure her husband is hitting her, she has some nasty bruises and he's clever they can't be seen when she's dressed." "What a Bastard," Babs groaned. Oh poor Janet, well I hope you two did you fuck." Wincing at her crudity I said, "yes we had sex'. "How was it? Janet has always looked after herself, she looks fit in every sense of the word, mind you she can afford it." "She was very emotional, she said it was the first time she had enjoyed sex'. "Excellent, mission accomplished, good boy," Babs said with enthusiasm. "Is it all her money? and why doesn't she leave him," I asked. "It is all her money, her house and her car, if anyone is leaving its him, I think she is waiting for her precious Paul to graduate and then one day that brute is going to come home find his bags outside of those electric gates and a big Rottweiler inside." That evening I said to Babs, "one thing, and I know it sounds strange but besides having a lovely body, Janet has pubic hair, a nice neatly trimmed soft triangle. I had forgotten how sexy it can look, I always loved your little heart shape." "Well you never cease to amaze me," Babs said laughing, but now that is a good thought, I admit it has become a bit of a chore keeping everything smooth. Let's go back to the natural look, and as my head gardener and I will enjoy you keeping me trim as you used to." Peace Keeper Next evening I entered the bedroom after a shower and Babs was waiting armed and dangerous, she was naked but for wearing Germaine the strap on dildo and in her right hand was the paddle in the left a glass butt plug. The dressing table bench had been pulled out and was covered in a towel with a pillow at one end. Babs pointed at me and then the bench she didn't say a word, I knew not to protest and a charge of excitement went through me. I meekly went to the bench and bent over burying my face in the pillow with my bottom in the air in the most submissive of positions. The nose of the glass butt plug was icy on my sphincter as it only just been taken out of the fridge where we stored them. I relaxed, and the cold plug muscled open my sphincter as Babs firmly pushed it in. Moving to my side Babs gently tapped my buttocks with the paddle, there was a pause where I held my breath and then there was the loud slapping noise as the paddle struck my buttocks squarely and half a second later the pain cascaded through my body. By the time I received the second blow I could feel heat the first one had generated. Each strike jarred the butt plug whose nose pulsed against my prostate gland, the flared base the only thing preventing it being forced completely inside me. Babs stopped after ten carefully aimed slow paced but very firm strikes. The first few had made me whimper but the last three made me cry out, but now I was quietly moaning. Babs told me to get up from my bent over position and we kissed and cuddled for a few minutes as she comforted me. She then stood back and I resumed the former position. She gripped the base of the butt plug and pulled it out. A second later the strap on entered me its length at least twice that of the butt plug and it felt as if it would never end as it snaked its way inside me. Babs withdrew the strap on until it tip was just holding my sphincter open and then she slide it back inside me up to the hilt where her groin ground against my very sore bottom. I experienced one of my girl orgasms which throbbed out in pulses from deep inside me. The whole episode I knew was Babs re-enforcing who was in charge of our relationship and although she was happy lending me out, I was hers and nobody else's to do with as she pleased. Next morning Maud was knocking on the door asking if we had heard the commotion in the street. She said she could not see anything but there was a bit of shouting and screaming yesterday evening. Babs said she had heard it but hadn't seen anything either. After Maud had gone I said, "screaming was a bit of an exaggeration," "nevertheless," Babs said, "we are going to have to find something to quieten you down when I need to correct you." As customer of Sapphics we received a quarterly brown envelope in which there was their mail order catalogue for customers who didn't want to visit their shop. Over the years this catalogue had been like an instruction manual for us on the kinky side of sex. In it Babs had seen a ball gag. She could see it would be very easy to make her one of her own. So she went out and bought an airflow golf ball, threaded ribbon through two of the holes and then she popped the ball into my mouth and tied it at the back. It was effective an effective gag and it made me drool quite a bit, which Babs liked to lick from my face. Of all my stories of childhood the one that Babs found the most fascinating was the one when for a period of time I wore a nappy to bed to prevent me wetting the bed. She would return to it every now and then asking me to repeat the story and on one of these occasion I let slip a fact I had tried to keep from her, and that was I had found my old dummy my mother had in a memory box and I would suck on it while wearing a nappy in bed. I suppose inspired by this story Babs came home with a NUK size 3 Pacifier as she called it which she had bought in Boots. She had to use all her dominant personality to make me try it. I put it in my mouth and immediately the comforting memories came back of curling up in bed falling asleep while sucking on my dummy. Babs bought a pink PVC belt and cut a hole big enough for the boss on the back of the dummy to fit through and buckled it at the back of my head, the orthodontic shield of the pacifier was now forced by the belt against my lips and teeth turning it into an effective gag. We now had two options for not disturbing Maud or anyone in the upstairs flats when I was being "corrected'. Babs gave me a dummy charm for my bracelet. Assignations Two days later we took delivery of a registered parcel. Inside were two small shagreen boxes. One had a "B," in gold leaf on the lid and on the other an "E'. Inside Babs was a set of what looked like diamond stud earrings set in gold and in mine was similar but set in platinum. The stones were at least 5 mm in diameter. A printed card was with them that said, "My dears, thank you'. "Do you think they are real," I asked Babs. Pointing inside the lid Babs said, "these people don't deal in glass." On the silk interior was printed Asprey, London. "This could be a profitable business, let's forget all this hard work studying, you can become a professional escort to wealthy women whatever their sexual proclivities and I will be your Madam." Babs Joked. Well I think she was joking. "Janet wondered if my visit may not be a one off but of course that decision was ours and especially yours. As lovely as it was and as much as I have sympathy for her I am unsure," I said. "I know, but remember the circle of love was fun, we had a great time, and I could not be more in love with you. This just shows for all her wealth she is destitute and we are the millionaires. If I've said it once and I've said it a million times, its sex and we are so much more, she may be able to give us hundreds of pounds in earrings but you can bring fun into her life which is priceless and why wouldn't you?" A few days later Babs said, "Janet had been round to test the waters and to make sure we had got our earrings. I have offered your services once a month and she is delighted." "Well don't mind me, don't I get a say? I said. "No you don't, I am your Madam and in charge of your diary and you will do as your told, all you have to do is make sure JT rises to the occasion." Babs replied grinning. Secretly I was rather pleased. Next month Janet came and picked me up. This time I had an overnight bag and I was looking forward to the evening. She jumped out the car and opened the passenger door for me and I got in carefully as I was wearing quite a tight skirt. Babs was stood on the pavement t