"We have to prepare you for your performance, dear. This way. Quickly!" They get to the other end of the main hall and enter. He takes her behind the ...arge curtain where they meet two large men. Before she can even say a word, they grab hold of her and bind her arms behind her back. She struggles and attempts to scream, but a large hand quickly covers her mouth. They carry her to center stage in the dark."And now, ladies and gentlemen, the event you all have been waiting for!" The curtain rises. We were so comfortable together it seemed as if we'd known each other for years. They made me feel so at home. Their names were Jane and Mark.As the evening drew on we decided to go to the local club. We didn't drink much as we wanted to remember the night. I asked Mark if I could have a dance with Jane and we both walked up to the dancefloor. She was wearing really slutty clothes; stockings, thigh high boots, micro miniskirt, g-string and a see through top. Many times she grinded against my. Although of course neither of them had ever had many personal possessions, they were nevertheless intrigued by the contents of the bags."How are you feeling now, Karen?" Much better, thank you, Eileen. I'm much stronger and we had a walk in your lovely garden. May we see what you've bought, please?"Eileen smiled: she remembered when she was Karen's age, and how much fashion played a part in hers and her friends lives at that time. Karen had not had that early socialisation and contact with. “Oh, don't cry!” I said, and moved over to the sofa, next to him. “Here, come here!”I took him in my arms and held him, and while he hugged me and sobbed, I kissed his wet face, and stroke his soft hair. Still sobbing, he kissed my cheeks and my eyelids, and when I dried his tears with the back of my hand, he kissed my lips over and over again.I held his head, and kissed him. His tongue went in between my lips, wet and warm, and I answered his kisses without hesitation. He pressed himself.