Julie was trying to remove the lipstick streaks from my face by using a wet tissue. She kept on repeatedly thanking me for the beautiful birthday surp...rise. That is when I felt someone patting me on the shoulder. I turned to see a tall, slim man. He seemed not more than thirty years old. He was well dressed, in a three-piece suit. His hair all greased back, like someone out of a gangster movie. I discovered a few months later that this mobsters name was Bobby. Next to Bobby stood a giant, A. He fixed them on mine. "We need to talk."I nodded. "After lunch." Now, not later." He slid from the booth and moved to his feet. "Soren, please entertain Liz. Sandy and I need to talk privately. I'll call you later. Enjoy your lunch."Soren looked confused, but his confusion didn't approach Liz's dismay. I stonewalled her. "I'll call you later, Liz."Antonio helped me out of the booth and we walked away."My hotel room is nearby," he said as we left the restaurant.My apartment was closer, but if. I wanted the feelingof his body on top of mine. His penis inside me...pushing...reaching...Ohh, the thought made my bean pucker and quiver a little. I look at myselfand barely remember coming here, but that doesn't matter. I'm here withhim and that's all that matters. I fixed my face again, and made myself a little prettier. Cherry redlipstick and a spritz of perfume behind the neck. I primped in the mirror.I wanted to look good. Everything was going to change now I realized. Iwanted boobs, and. I look from Daddy to Robbie. “Shake his hand,” Daddy tells me, completely ignoring the weirdness of the situation. I follow directions. Robbie’s hand is warm and firm and Robbie smiles at me with playful eyes. For a moment I wonder what Robbie’s dick looks and feels like. I feel guilty because Robbie’s eyes sparkle as if he has read my mind. Daddy slowly removes his dick from my mouth and I immediately feel the loss. I feel cold and confused. Daddy sits on the couch and pulls me up and into.