”The girl looked somehow startled at that, but kept silent.“I guess I better get off at the next stop.” I said, feeling suddenly awkward.“Oh, ...on’t go on my account.” she responded, with just a trace of a lovely Japanese accent. “You seem to be having such a nice time.”Our modest companion was staring in shock at the voyeur. I guess she was wondering why the girl wasn’t rushing to her rescue.“I, um, I guess you’re enjoying this too, right?”“I wouldn’t say enjoy, but she is a beautiful girl.”. Did you know that most sissies have tiny dicks? It's true, Doc. A sissyis like a tube of chapstick down there. It's okay. If I want a big one, Ican buy it and put batteries inside. I think small dicks come with theinclination. Big dicks become point guards and quarterbacks. Little dicksare waiting for a cock cage. It's the natural order of things. If God didnot want them in cock cages, he wouldn't have made them button-dicks.Pour me another one, Doc. Momma needs some liquid. You know, I was. He married a hillbilly woman from Tennessee, and fancied himself a southerner, including a ridiculous accent. Anyway they had little ones, so I was left on my own quite a bit. My uncle was cool though. He worked for a toy store and always had cool toys and models laying around. As a matter of fact, the room I would be staying in was his toy room. He had a star destroyer model that was the coolest thing ever. He warned me which things I was not allowed to play with and which things were only for. He got some plans from a real jail and a military bunker, and built his from there. He's very talented, and has an eye for detail, which is good because it's important that I really have ABSOLUTELY NO WAY to get out. No secret keys, no safe words, no loose bars. It's even sound proofed so that I can't call for help. You could be standing in the kitchen above me and not hear me screaming my lungs out. Since all of my restraints are bolted on, I couldn't, for example, try to pick a lock with.