With a little strength I had left, I said he should leave…I felt his cock getting harder between my buttocks. I slid his hands from my boobs and tur...ned towards him; begging again he to leave.He stepped back from me; but I just stared directly into his cocks outline.Eric then started to undo his jeans slowly, as he looked me into my eyes.He stood in front of me with his jeans undone. The bastard then smiled, as he kept sliding them down. He showed me his cock out fully erect now.I felt dizzy. But they’ve been told you’ll be here in the tub.”Joe went to answer the door and I was introduced to Peter and Rob. They weren’t special at all — just two men in their sixties. Pete was tall and fat, Rob was short and fat: nothing a girl would look at twice. They went into the other room to fetch beer. The Bruins game was on and they offered me a beer as they climbed into the tub. I accepted a drink and laughed, “Bathing suits, guys? Are we children?”They laughed and Joe said, ”Hey, we ‘re both. . I'll have a tea party ... I'll be a ballerina when I grow up."My thoughts grew fuzzy and I found myself actually wanting to do thecrazy things it was forcing my mouth to say. The thing had taken my freewill. All I could do was run home in a blind panic. I wanted to cry. Butinstead, I've gotten the journal and written this. Maybe someday someonewill find this and make sense of what's happened. This last part willlook so odd, in a little girl's penmanship. But it has to be told ... Ican't speak. This time though, the guy was much older Carly, his name was Colin andhe was a 55 year old builder."So, what's a pretty thing like you doing in a shithole like thisthen?" Colin said as Carly smiled at his colourful use of the englishlanguage. Carly decided not to lie."Oh you know, the usual. Having a drink and turning young men gay."Carly said with a straight face as Colin tried to work out what the jokewas."I see." Colin said as Carly just smiled at him. "Well, maybe I can makeyour evening a.