You gotta grow up first. You're still a little girl." I'm not either. I'm pretty grown up already. I'll be ten years old in a few more days. Remember,... I was born 18 March 1940. An' people always think I look older than I am. So don't call me a little girl."Nathan realized she was sensitive about such things. He couldn't blame her since he was always trying to be older than he was."Yeah, Kathy; I guess you're not a little girl anymore. So, OK, you're not."Having gained the upper hand on a. I rub my cock."Sit up!" she yells, yanking the slut by the hair. She looks at the tits, then back at me. "You broke them!" I did not! They'll be good as new in a few days. The nipples are hardly touched anyway."She snorts, then goes to work, putting a clamp against the slut's tits. Slowly, she squeezes them closed. "Aaah aaaaah!" cries the slut."Ooh look at that! You look soooo pretty!" says Natasha in her baby-talk voice as she pats her victim on the cheek. She ratchets the other clamp. She's scared stiff." Bob said."Well, she just needs to understand that there are people who want to help out." Jane said. "She won't be left alone to deal with this." I think she knows that." Bob said. "But she also knows that there will be times when she'll have to do some things all by herself, and she isn't so sure she can pull it off." I think she's done pretty well so far." Jane continued. "And she just started." But she thinks somebody will eventually spot that she's not really a girl.... Slowly, her zipper came down and I could see she wore light-pink, cotton panties. Oh fuck! I wanted to shove my nose right into those panties and get a good sniff of her snatch. I wanted to run my tongue over them until they were so wet I’d be able to see her lips through the thin cotton. But, even more than that, I wanted to get another taste of her virgin pussy. Keeping her fingers wrapped around my wrist as best as she could, I finally got her zipper down as far as it went. I rubbed my.