"Think of the barkeeper at "The Kitten", would you like to have sex with him?"

She shrugs her shoulders. It's an exciting but also a frightening idea.

"Think of it. I can just tell you, that we "Kitteners" love having sex with little girls and if you would participate, I would be happy. But take your time, my love and call me to tell me your decision."

"Having sex with other men? And what if they want to kill you?" she questions herself. But at night in bed she fantasizes about being in bed with at least three men, like Conchita.

Doesn't it hurt to be fucked in the ass? It looks gross, but...

Her finger is pushing against her sphincter. It feels good.

Two days later she calls Sam.

"I will do it with the barkeeper!" she bursts out when he takes the phone.

"Wonderful, my kitten."

"But, will you be there?"

"What do you prefer?" he asks back.

"Please be there - maybe...." she stops.

"What did you want to say?"

"Maybe...well, maybe.... you could join in?"

"Oh, you wanna do it with two men? That will be fun! When?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Okay, I'll ask him if he has time. After school?"

"Yes."

"No shower as usual!"

"Yes."

She dresses with a miniskirt and a blouse today. No bra. She doesn't like bras, she only wears them on weekends with her parents.

It's ridiculous, she thinks, to put a bra over her little apricots only to be "decent". Sandra doesn't want to be decent, she wants to be pretty......(cont)