She was a pretty brunette, a little overweight but exposing her midriff and the gothic tattoo on the small of her back. She was clearly the youngest a...d seemed to giggle a lot, the most desperate of the girls too, what with a heavy blue eyeshadow and an insane drunken grin. Nevertheless she had a sexy enough face and seemed approachable, seeming less confident than the tall, short skirted, suntanned blonde who must have been at least 32, the black London girl who was shouting abuse into her. The donor of your body was 10-years-old."With that, my mother stopped talking and let me ponder the situation. I thought it over for a while. I would have to grow up, all over again. My opportunities would be quite limited now. I thought about the applications. But, I had to be thankful, I mean, most importantly, I was alive. So maybe now I'd grow up as some kind of child prodigy, a genius. Oh well, I was sure I'd get used to it. You can't get picky when you got your life back, right?"I'll get. My skirt was up well above my bald pubes and the man was lifting my right leg further away from my bent left leg and my pussy was getting more and more open. “Oh,” I said, “I’m all exposed.”“Now is not the time to worry about modesty young lady, just relax and let me check out this leg.”Well, that was fine by me, both men looked to be in their mid forties and way over weight, but they were men, and both appeared to be interested in my pussy that suddenly started tingling and getting. Betsy couldn’t control herself with this stranger she looked into his eyes behind the mask he was wearing and begged him to go faster, to tear the gown from her body, “I want your cock inside my cunt” she whispered hoping it would induce him to rape her as a little girl. She never forgot that time when she was younger and was taking a short cut home through the woods. Hearing strange noises ahead of her she stopped and saw three boys from her class completely nude. Quickly she hid.