Thin, red tinged lips outlined a wide mouth. She held in front of her with gloved hands a black, highly-polished leather brief case. It appeared to be...chained to her wrist.She stood motionless on the curb-side, staring straight ahead for a short time, before a second visitor joined her. Whereas the woman was tall and thin, the man that joined her was little more than half her height and almost twice her girth. He, too, wore a dark pinstriped suit and almost in parody of the city gentleman. Then there was another letter in a mag, clearly now I see, aimed at the ladies, about a gay being turned gay after an encounter in a toilet with another man which I read and reread getting very hard to. I didnot see myself as gay or anything but it resonated with me.There used to be a launderette opposite the hall of residence in Hove, Holland House we all used. One day on top of a washing machine was a pair of girls white tie panties, I put my washing over them and took them. Could not wait. It was her only relief.He reached into the hall stand, and up came the whip, which he began to flick at her breasts, just as she had expected. Her breast began to blush, then colour towards red. Suddenly she was surprised when he went over to full strength strokes across the pretty pair of soft breasts. Her face became a sea of emotions, exhaustion and both pain and excitement. A dozen strokes, none of which were skin breaking followed. Suddenly he threw down the whip and fetched the cane. He. Lawrence." A kindly woman inher mid fifties who looked much more severe than she really was with herhorned rimmed glasses hooked to a shiny silver chain that went aroundher neck and with her hair pulled into a tight bun. Her slightly grayhair always combed to perfection, without a hair out of place and hermakeup done in vintage style was always done to perfection too. And younever saw a run in any of her stockings, ever! It was after all alifestyle for her, she had run a charm school for.