“You’re going to have a lot of fun tonight, sweetheart,” he said. “Wish I could see it.” “You aren’t staying?” “No,” he sighed. �...I have to go to work. But I wish I could.” “Where do you work? Are we going somewhere?” “Yes, you are. You’ll find out where soon enough. And I work in theatre. I am your hair and make-up guy. Same as here, essentially, but without the sex.” He smiled again. I wanted to talk to him more, learn more about him. So far, there had been more sex than talking, and, somehow,. He was huge, at least as big as Jonathan, who was close to 12 inches and thicker than a beer can.I started to wonder if I could handle this, then Jonathan kissed me.He was so sexy, confident and in control.I reached for his belt, anxious to get his pants off but he stood up instead and stripped for me.James was already naked, except for the boots, of course.They both stood there in front of me, stroking their big, thick cocks.It was intoxicating, both of these sexy men wanting me.I felt so. "It's Cissy. The name you and Lissa gave me. Remember?" "Yeah. You like it?"I sighed. "Kind of sounds like 'sissy' so I'm not too crazy about it."She nodded. "Something a little more grown up then, maybe?" Yes. 'Julie'," I blurted out. "I've always liked the name 'Julie,'"Karen smiled. "Then Julie it is." She sipped her wine cooler. "You know, Julie, there's something I wanna say."Uh oh, I thought. "What?"Her voice lowered as she spoke. "Frankie's thirteen. He could go either way now. Ya. I dart my tongue out and dip my head to catch one of her tears as it falls. I return my gaze to her as I make a show of licking my lips as fear plays with disgust and more than a little loathing on that pretty face. I dip again to run my tongue once more around her lips, stretched around the ball gag. Her rasping breaths bring scents of minty toothpaste, good little girl that she is, overlaying onions and half-digested beans from the tacos she had for dinner.The little darling tries to turn.