I caughton. I was invited to New York to sing on one of the most populartelevision shows at the time, and - before I knew it - I was a star."Being a r...ck star has certain advantages. I wore my hair long at thetime when men wore theirs in crew cuts. I wore close-fitting pants,colorful silk shirts, and sequin-spangled jackets which no ?real man'would be caught dead in. I plucked my eyebrows and lengthened myeyelashes. I danced with the gyrating motions of a teenage girl. But itwas all a sham, and. Before the end of summer, he was sleeping in my room most nights, alternating between fingering me and playing with my clit, jacking himself off with my hand. Eventually I started doing it on my own, without his hand to guide me. I dont know how this was allowed, but my mom never said anything. He didnt try pulling my pants down for awhile. When I turned 10, I guess he thought that was all I needed. The night of my birthday, while we were in bed, he started playing with my clit again. But then. "Right on your bare skin, too!" Kelly added in sympathy. She wiped off his chest with her hands and gently breathed on him to cool it off.The sight had the opposite effect on Charlie, and it didn't escape Kelly's notice that he uncomfortably averted his eyes and sat down at the table. Ignoring his reaction for a moment, she continued tending to her boyfriend, patting away the coffee that had dripped onto his abs. Although her intentions were innocent, there was a certain suggestive look in. I smile and say, "Good morning, Lydia. I'll have my usual large cappuccino." Of course."She rings up my order and I tap my card for payment. Then she looks at me and starts projecting touches on my nipples. I put up a block to avoid creaming in my knickers.I whisper to her, "Not here, not now." What do you mean?" Uh, We'll talk when you bring me my coffee." Oh, okay."I sit at a table out of sight of the counter. She brings my coffee when it's ready, and asks, "What's up?"I take a sip of coffee,.