My dick was already fully grown, so i had to cover that part of the sleeping bag because it was easily visible. He did not stop and i was very much in...terested.At sleepovers i would normally just go to "pee" right before we would go sleep and masturbate in the toilet. I really need to get off, preventing a boner at night and not being able to sleep in that kind of scenario. But he kept telling his story's and i didnt wat to miss it.We did not really ever talk about masturbation, only in. Dorian was handling the day to day operations, I was only called in when a financial decision was needed or a crisis arose.The woman we had hired to play the lead character was starting to be a problem. Hispanic, she had the strikingly dark hair and sultry beauty her race was famous for, as well as the temperament. This was her first really big role, and she started developing an attitude pretty early on. I was called in.We were in a small conference room again, in fact the same one that led me. "Dammit to Hell," I whined. "That's three years in a row." And the third girly costume in a row," Steve added with a chuckle. "Iguess it's just destiny Bro." Yeah," said Mike. "Maybe you were really meant to be a chick ha-ha."There they went again, suggesting I was gay or some sort of wanna' betranssexual just because I hadn't brought quite as many women by thehouse as they had._ _ _ _ _I reluctantly put on the skimpy outfit, and glittery makeup, and wentoutside where the other guys were. I tugged her back into motion and we raced down the stairs, leaving through the back door. She stopped and, bending, threw up again.Glancing up and down the alley, I waited for her to finish heaving, then took her icy hand and led her away.“He’s dead!” she exclaimed.Waving down a cab, I said, “Not now. We’ll talk about it when we’re back at the hotel.”Three cabs later, we entered the hotel. In our room, I poured Callie a glass of white wine, thinking it might be good for shock.She drank, then.