Julie groaned silently, deep in her throat. Maybe Donna was right about this guy! She should have listened. Billy's eyes grew wide as the first part of the film began. Julie shook her head a bit, but decided her best course of action would be to watch the picture carefully and pick up some pointers on what exactly Billy liked.

After all, it was just tying girls up…

Wasn't it?

The pre-teen watched as the young actress on the screen walked slowly down the sidewalk, followed by a black van truck full of ugly men. They were pointing and joking about her sexy body, telling each other the vile things they would do to the girl if they got her alone.

The girl in the movie was wearing one of the shortest skirts Julie had ever seen. With every step, the cheeks of her ass peeped out from under the hem.

Billy was breathing funny.

Julie pressed his palm fully against her small mound of breast, then let her own hands slip down to her lap. She was trying to take his attention away from the events on the screen. His hand rested over her titty, but didn't move, didn't massage.

Suddenly, the girl in the movie was screaming wildly as the four men cut her off with the truck, leaped out and yanked her into the back of the van, and began binding her arms behind her back and stuffing a gag into her mouth.

Billy was almost gasping!

His fingers began subconsciously clutching and clawing Julie's breast. The pressure was more than the pre-teen wanted, and his fingers could really dig in hard, but at least he was doing it to her.

Julie desperately wanted Billy's full and complete attention, not his half-conscious molesting while he watched some young beautiful actress being tied up and – oh my! – stripped! The four men were ripping the girl's blouse open, cutting her bra away from her shoulders with an ugly-looking knife, baring her huge breasts!