As soon as he released my arm, his other hand grabbed my face and pushed me back. Before I hit my head on the ground, it instead struck the wall of...the booth. As I fell back, I kicked out a leg for balance but it didn't help. It did however give the fat man something to do. He grabbed my ankle and held my leg to the side, then as he pulled my leg back toward him, he grabbed my other leg too, standing there spreading them wide. I tried to close my knees in. My skirt fell down. Well as a matter of fact it was for teens from the age thirteen to nineteen and I was just twelve years old. Whatever! I logged in, under the nick PrincessAmy. Once I was in the room I was pretty shocked by the language. They spoke about girls’ pussy and boys’ penises and I was very new to this. Coming from a very conservative catholic family I was sheltered from anything obscene. I was as innocent as innocence could ever be. Three minutes from when I logged in plenty of windows start popping. Bernie doesn't have one ... Want to try it?" Harrah backed off leaving Bernie's cock all slimy from her spit and I shook my head -- but Gene said, "Oh, go ahead, Hon -- you can quit bluffing any time..." Harrah, grinning from ear to ear, waved Bernie's cock in front of my face again...I grabbed the shaft -- more to hold it off than anything else -- and look up at Gene, who is looking back, waiting ... There is no escape, so I slowly open my mouth, watching Gene watch me. I can't believe I'm. That gink might bear a grudge and try to knock me off!The 'office' hadn't changed in a month, the area was so run-down that the dust wouldn't even get together. I turned the radio on for company and I tried to sort out the last two months. The G-men were keeping track of me, that was no bunk. They must have been, otherwise they wouldn't have been wise to the fact that I was in stir in Yaphank and wouldn't have sent that skirt with a buzzer to warn me off, that brunette skirt with a buzzer. I.