One afternoon, when I was off work, and while Susan was out, I was fucking Jane for the first time since she had come back from college at the end of ...erm, and told her about the sessions that Susan and I had had with Jenny. I also said that I thought that Susan was missing that excitement. Jane took that in, but didn’t say anything more. We had taken a long time that afternoon, and were cuddling on her bed, when I heard steps on the stairs, and the door opened. “Jane, I. He wanted to meet me for oral sex. Neither of us had a place to meet and play. He suggested meeting at the Club. I agreed to meet John at the club on a Tuesday after work. I arrived at the Club on time . The parking lot was full, forcing me to park across the street, next to an adult night school. I did not know why my heart was pounding. Maybe it was the idea visiting a gay bathhouse, or maybe it was expecting to meet John for sex. I entered the Club standing in a small foyer. On my right was. ..?" He jumps back with a smile on his face. " Yeah on hallowen? of course, what time!?" she stares up at him and then with a scared look in her eyes she stares at the house. "I...I can't talk anymore...just be there" she jumps off of the swing and takes off running again. "WAIT!" He goes after her but just like the night before she vanishes into thin air.....What has her so scared he wonders to himself...?(Samantha)Snoring is all she hears as she lays in bed. There's no way in hell she'll be. He was a member of a small group of men scattered across the globe. They spent hours, days, designing rope decorations and then more untold amounts of time and money bringing those designs to life with willing men and women. They also exchanged photos of women bound in various combinations of rope decoration along with pictures, diagrams and instructions of how to tie the patterns.For six months Charlie and I have been meeting once, sometimes twice a month in a studio that no one except us knew.