"Oh, how was that?" She asked, turning to look at me."Well, I got a glimpse of you while Jean had her head between my thighs. It must have looked like...she was kissing my pussy." She wasn't? It sure looked like it." She smiled."No, I was showing her my clit. She said she didn't get much out of rubbing her clit and I showed her mine, and how I rubbed it." I said looking her straight in the eye."It was OK if she was kissing you there. I don't mind. Did you kiss her pussy?" She asked moving close.. Heinrich was imaginative, though, and Uta and I had our first two-girl session with him. It was okay. I’ve never objected to fingering and licking women, sometimes I’ve even enjoyed it, and if Uta was surprised by my lack of clitoris she didn’t show it. To my surprise her tongue and fingers aroused me, and I discovered that the surgeon’s lubrication system was satisfactory after all. I wondered whether I might cum. I didn’t, but by the end of the session I believed I might some day. No need to. I guess Mama was right that we ain't nothin' but niggas to a white man like him. 'Course, I ain't jus' any nigga. I's the nigga what he's enjoyin' right now."My name's Gloria, sir," I answered him."That's a nice name," he said. "How old are you?" I's thirteen, sir," I tol' him."Thirteen, huh," he said to hisself.Ol' Mister Gantner started rubbin' on my coochie, an' it was feelin' pretty good. I started humpin' at his hand before I even knowed I was doin' it. It was real embarrassin'."You like. To add to the juvenile effect, her jet black hair was done in two long pigtails and tied with large pink ribbons. "Our little manchaser is waiting for her medicine!" one of the girls cattily informed Frank. Others joined in with similar remarks. Obviously, everyone except the victim was looking forward to the occasion."Girls, please!" Betty protested, blushingly looking back over her shoulder in an effort to decrease the merciless hazing."Perfect costuming," Frank commented quietly to Donna as.