As he pushed me down the hallway with my legs pointing up to the lights, I started to realize the reality of what was about to happen to me. I started...to cry again. How could this happen to me? Would I ever see my Mother again? Could I actually be eventually killed from all of this? All of these random questions started to run through my head as my k**napper dutifully pushed me down the dingy looking corridor in my own personal electric chair to the state of execution of my former life's. Though we met some great couples a lot of the time the parties were more like a meet market, some of the women seemed to be in high demand for their looks and figures Anne at one party being fucked by six or seven different guys others maybe once. I wouldn’t have minded so much but I didn’t get to watch Anne with the guys and she said the majority of her partners were too small and she wasn’t really satisfied, plus some of the women got bitchy.Eventually we came to the party when we met Mark. “Indeed, Mr Onslow ... Edgar, it is I,” she grinned, still using her affected ‘English’ accent. “Do you know, I have walked past you four times in the last 15 minutes, and even asked the couple standing quite close enough to you for you to hear every single word —”“For change of a shilling for a couple of sixpences for the chocolate machine,” I interjected.“Quite. And still you didn’t recognise me!” She had a very superior smile on her plainly unadorned face. “But I had your ticket.”“I know,. Here she stood dressed in a low cut white top and a mini skirt so short that it just barely covered the important parts. I had never seen her dress in this way; this was the woman that not long ago had considered anything above the knees as too risky. I had to whistle.Kathy said, "Whistling is all you can do for now, but later there will be lots of fun for us."It was now about 9:00 and we drove to a good looking club that we had spotted on the way to the motel, it was only about a five minute.