Even so, it wasn't a huge room; everyone was pretty close together.Graham sat cross-legged facing Claire, and repeated: "A trust game. All actors need...to trust one another, and in this group we have secrets that we need to be sure won't be repeated to anyone else." The smile dropped from his lips for one serious second. "You have to do this if you want to join us. Are you willing to proceed?"Claire almost laughed. But then she thought about Dan's sudden success. What did she really have to. I told him I wish I had a dad to do it for me. " not all dads do." He said, " most don't want to know about it, and others know their sons play with it but don't want to say anything". Well I wish my mother would do it then. He said" moms are different, they think it's naughty and boys that play with it should be punished so they'd stopI. But it's natural, and as you get older you're going to want to play with it even more". Really? I said. Yes, he answered. I started shaking and I had a funny. It was perfectly safe, and I knewI was quite alone. It was my favourite walk along the undercliff at night-time, and the sound of the sea, caressing the shore, made all the morepleasant.I was wearing one of my favourite outfits, made entirely of leather, andit consisted of a short leather miniskirt, leather corset, which reducedmy waist to 20 inches a white blouse, long leather gloves, leather jacket,fishnet stockings and knee-high leather stiletto boots.I never wore panties whilst walking late. When I walked in the house Peggy and Brenda were feeling no pain but they were busy cleaning up from the cookout. They had put Paula in bed before she passed out. I shooed the women out of the kitchen and they both headed for bed. It was almost midnight before I had everything cleaned and put away.Peggy stuck her head in the kitchen and slurred something. She was holding on the door jamb to steady herself. I asked what she had said and she repeated that I should make sure that Paula was Ok.