I was taken to the stage and the spotlight almost blinded me, then the beat of the music started and I started to dance and rub on my breast. I pulled... my tank top off and a dozen men began to scream and shout about my “cute little tits”. I turned around just like I had yesterday and began to slide my shorts over my “fine ass”. More loud and lewd comments were being made about fucking me in my ass. I pulled my pink panties off and tossed them aside and knew I had to turn around, but before I. Someone asked me a question. I looked up from the sausage I was trying toeat and saw that it was Sharon, a pretty girl with long blond hair doneup in a pony tail."Pardon?"I said, what sort of boys do you like?" I don't like boys!"They all laughed."You can't mean that," said Tina."I'm only eleven," So, I'm eleven and I like boys." I- just -don't." Stop having a go at her," said Tracy, coming to my defence, "Not all ofus are sex maniacs. She's probably a late developer."With that they went on to. I was told to dress smartly as if I was attending a special event or a party. I left her office, in the lift I shouted out, “At fucking last, someone is telling me what to do!”I turned up at her apartment building. She lived in a very impressive building. I pressed the button and spoke my name followed by who I wanted to see. The door opened and I entered the foyer. An attendant escorted me to the lift. He allowed me to enter it; pressing the button for the fifth floor, before removing his. Why, should I have? Was I that much out of order? Libby, don’t you think you were a little over the top as well?”“Forget it. I must have been … Forget it all. Look, have fun with your new boyfriend. But I don’t need the triple X-rated version of what you get up to with him, okay?” Her imagination would supply that.“Fair enough,” Sasha agreed, nibbling on a cinnamon biscuit. “I promise. Not another word.” She shifted awkwardly in her seat and winced.“You okay?”“Sure, I’m just a little tender.