Almost out of some devilment I smiled and nodded back as I simultaneously noticed that he had one hand on the girl’s buttock and the other round her...and holding her breast. This was being done in such a way that I could not avoid seeing it, and I assumed with a frisson of anticipation that I was meant to see it. He was sending me some covert signal about his power over women and I knew that he understood my eagerness to receive that message. In acknowledgement I raised my whip and touched my. The night of the party finally came - I had my best tight jeans on, (commando - cos I always did back then), plain white t-shirt and a Paisley waistcoat and thought I looked the dogs bollocks. I picked up a bottle of port on the way - cos I thought it made me look sophisticated ha ha, and arrived to see Jaqui looking miserable at the doorway. Turns out her ex had showed up with his new squeeze, and they were necking on the sofa. Jaqui proceeded to drink heavily through the early evening, and. Upstream." Oh? What's up there?" You. And me."I looked at Steph. She was grinning again. "Don't ask questions. Remember?" I keep forgetting." I'll keep reminding." I believe you."We hauled ourselves back out of the water. The nudity didn't seem to be a problem any more. The cold water had taken care of my erection, and I was somehow becoming accustomed to all the bare breasts. I did hang back to watch their three asses though. Steph caught me, and waggled her finger at me over her. One year, three months and six days since I'd been taken and speculationwas still rife, conspiracy theories still festered. Match fixing hadbeen alleged, dirty Russian money was rumoured, backers and powerfulpeople in the FA I'd upset - somehow. You could view the media picturesof my Range River where it had been found, crumpled on the side of thatroad. If you knew where to search you'd find stolen images of the bloodspattering around the left-open driver's door and the bulls eye my facehad.