“My name ith Thuthie, and I know that I have a lithp, so pleathe don't laugh at me about it,” she said slowly and shyly. “And I was told to bring you your dinner and do anything elthe you told me to do, no matter what.”

I glanced over to John who was enjoying my pleased amazement, while still idly playing with the pseudo-nun's cunny with one hand, an occupation which she was trying to evade by wildly writhing her hips in an effort to escape his lewd and painful attentions. I raised my eyebrows, silently questioning him as to whether it was all right to go ahead with this delightful child. He smiled and nodded his permission, so I inspected the little girl more closely to see exactly what and who I was dealing with. I still held her arm in my hand, and I slowly turned her around in a complete circle, to see all of her.

She wore a pale blue dress, with a short very bouffant skirt that stood out around her hips most daintily and cutely. It was held out from her amazingly trim little middle by layers of ruffled petticoats which seemed to cascade down from the hem of the skirt to her crotch at the very top of her chubby little legs in an unending sequence of ruffled white. The top of the dress hugged her slim unformed chest, and had a fluffy white collar around her tiny neck.

She must have been about four feet tall, with a long blonde pony-tail jutting jauntily out from the back of her head. Her face was childishly round, with big blue eyes, a small straight nose, and the most sensuous, full, pouting lips I have ever seen on a girl of any age. Even at her ultra-tender years, her mouth seemed to be asking to be kissed, so ripe did those sensitive, full lips seem. And I had visions of other duties for that mouth and those lips before I was through with her.