Each guy wanted a private party with me before they all gave me a final tribute. He assured me it was in town, very discreet, and I would be safe from...diseases and harm. He wanted me to dress like a teacher or a secretary. Of course, why in the world would I accept what this total stranger was proclaiming as true? Because I was young and wasn't thinking straight, that's why. He also said I would be paid 1,000 dollars plus tips if I performed well.The day of the party, I was both nervous and. The best alternative was to shop in a supermarket before going to the campground. I planned to buy food items that wouldn't spoil then repackage the left overs to carry the next day. It meant probably eating the same food possible for dinner and breakfast the next morning but I expected that I could survive it. I needed to have room in the trailer for buying a couple of meals and some charcoal before I arrived at the campground.Without a doubt I needed to carry shelter and sleeping material. I. That Friday after work, I met the girls and they drove to the house. It was a large house up in the Fremont Hills. We were instructed to arrive early and bring several outfits because the couple having the party wanted to choose what each girl would wear. The food was catered and there was lots of activity in the house when we arrived. The husband and wife, a couple in their mid-forties, took us girls into the living area and had us strip right there. Workers were milling about. We each tried. Then she took my hand and beckoned to me. I bent over, lowering my head so that she could whisper to me:'I hope you like my new bra, darling - you seem to be spending a lot of time looking down my dress at it!'Her eyes were sparkling mischievously, and when she saw me blushing scarlet she laughed and squeezed my hand, then deliberately leaned forward to reach for her glass, smiling up at me.Mum announced that she needed to powder her nose - the toilets were at the far end of the long bar, and.