One cooking in a twelve-year-old’s body maybe, but they would never know that.Calamity ensued as everyone tried to get to the door all at once. It o...ened inward, and they had a small entry hallway. My cousins ran around from the back of the house. Once they managed to calm down, the door opened to my aunt and uncle standing there looking confused.“Hey, everyone, this is Ellen, my adopted daughter,” I told them. “We can talk over dinner. Where am I taking you?”The kids all rushed back around the. And she was with a man who was old enough to be her father who was treating her with total disdain.After walking around and looking at the racks of magazines, movies and toys available, Evan selected a pair of handcuffs. He led Kat to the cash register, paid for the hand cuffs and two movie admissions. Then he removed the cuffs from the package and cuffed Kat's hands behind her back.He led her to a door on the far side of the room with a familiarity that made it obvious that Evan has been in. I shave both her legs. Her hair is soft, making it an easy task. Once I have finished I rinse her skin with warm water and turn to her pussy. Gently I trim her and shape the remaining hair on her mound into a sharply pointed strip, for such is the current fashion amongst the Darrakhai. While I work, I notice her looking down approvingly. Once I have finished, she is swift to reciprocate and soon we sit side by side upon the padded table; our legs spread, our twin pussies refreshed and shaved. She knew he would go back to the couch and the TV.Penny was ten years old that summer. She lived with her father and her brother, Carl. Their house was on a street of other run down houses that ran next to a pine and alder forest near the coast of Northern California. Penny's mother had died when she was only four years old. The scant memories she still had of her were fading fast. It didn't help when her dad got drunk and slapped her for her failures to please him. But even that wasn't as bad.