The place was full, as usual, and I bolstered myself with my first serious encounter. This would be no different I told myself and probably pretty fun...too if I looked at it as my first real challenge. I was livestock. I was going to make it plainly known just who I was and what my purpose was.I opened the door and walked in with expectation, shy. As soon as I appeared people, conversations, turned to look and the first to notice began putting a hand out toward me, high fives. What a surprise!. Be a good girl sweetie Celia said , Derek got his cameras one the Polaroid the other a normal camera with a flash.I received my first Stroke from Celia , it stung but nothing to bad , harder said Derek , I heard the cane swishing through the air , then felt the impact I yelled out in pain , that's better Derek said the flash of the camera going off and the noise of the Polaroid sending out its pictures.A minute or two went by Celia stroking my buttocks with her fingers , then I heard the swish. Instinctively I stepped back. His hand reached out and vice-like seized my left breast and with his little finger through my nipple ring he pulled me back to him. My eyes overflowed and I gasped with the excruciating pain, but I stepped to him hurriedly. “Stay.” The sternness in his voice convinced me that he was in no mood to be broached. “Gush.” I moaned. My nipple wounds were unhealed and the pressure he was exerting made me cry. “Stop, please.” I whined like a child. “Just hold still.” He. I would have been wondering who you were. This is usually very much the same crowd every year." I liked Paul right away. The lines on his face seemed to have formed entirely by smiling. We entered into a discussion about our favorite books, many of which we shared. We had a playful discussion about whether Catcher in the Rye or To Kill a Mockingbird was more representative of the classic American novel. After two Champaign flutes, I was warm and loose, smiling and enjoying the harmless.