But, with practice anything was possible.With all these thoughts clouding his mind, he had to make sure he still liked women. He had to fuck a woman ...nd make sure he was still straight. He loved pussy and needed to taste it on his mouth again. He needed to drill his cock deep up inside of a women’s loins. He needed to feel in charge and make her come. That’s what he liked to do.After his shift, he decided to go down to his favorite bar. There were several women down there that he fucked. Kneeling behind the bench again she undoes several of the buckles on the harness, then tells him to raise his head and hold it there. He feels a strap looped around his neck, then her work the buckles behind his head. A final loop runs under his chin and through the straps on the sides of his face. This buckles on the top of his head and he can feel the harness drawn tight around his head as she pulls the buckle tight. He can now see the ropes run from the topside of the bench and are anchored. On the back of each photograph was written in pencil: "Society of theDaughters of Eon, May Ball, Oxford, 1947". I assumed that "Eon" was areference to the Chevalier d'Eon, the French diplomat and spy, who livedas a woman for part of his life. ++++++NOTE BY PAMELA GRIMES"There is no correspondence or other papers from a substantial periodafter my father's expulsion from university other than official documents.My parents' marriage certificate reveals, however,. " Th- thank you," I say, wiping a tear from my eye."And if you'd like," Grandma says, "you can stay with me for the rest of thesummer holidays as 'Ian'." R-really?" I ask, my jaw dropping at the offer. "But what about mum anddad-" You let me worry about them," Grandma says with a confident smile. "What'smost important is that you're happy. And by 'happy' I of course mean 'notdoing anything stupid'!" No danger of that," I laugh as I clean my plate. "That breakfast was SOgood... I haven't eaten.