” “I think we have to at this stage!” said Sonia. Shelly said, “I’ll explain it to her afterwards. Go ahead.” The women began their usual...chit-chat as Sonia swabbed something cold onto my sack. After a couple of minutes, I felt a slight pin prick in the middle of my sack. A few more minutes passed. Sonia again dug her fingers into my sack, trying to locate the elusive testicles. “Does it hurt when I do that?” she asked. “I don’t feel much of anything!” I replied. Sonia continued the chit-chat. The slight amount of pubic hair I had down there, a light brown peach fuzz, only accentuated the fact that the guy was fucking a little girl. Ooh, money, money, money!One of the things that Daddy taught me, coupled of course with a nasty reference to my Mom, was how to and what kind of noises to make when I was on camera and how to fake an orgasm. That last I didn't use too much, because most of them were real. Maybe I exaggerate, but all a guy had to do was to touch my snatch and I was ready. Not a romance. Not a future with you. Not kissing. Not hugging. I want hot monkey sex." He was stunned, but he liked what he was looking at. She could see the bulge that had already grown in his pants. She didn't expect much. She knew from her talks with me that he was not particularly well endowed, compared to her husband. She didn't care. She knew things that I didn't know about men. She stepped forward and pushed his suit jacket from his shoulders. She removed his tie. She unbuttoned his. This morning, I'd been a young man going to college, and now I was aprisoner somewhere, dressed as a girl in a filmy nightgown and beingharassed by a bunch of boys who were even girlier than I was.I wasn't like them yet. I wasn't shrieking and flapping my limp wristsand flipping my hair and bouncing my tits and shaking my ass. Not yet.After a couple of months of Girl School, though, I'd be a lot morelike them. The thought made me stiff.A bell rang. The party dissolved instantly, as giggling.