Standing before the man in the chair, Hannah fixed her light green eyes on a spot on the wall behind his shoulders. There was nothing to see, which was precisely the point. She didn't want to see the man's eyes as they greedily roamed over her thin body. The wall became preferable after his gaze bored in on her chest. In her three years in the trade, Hannah never understood why her customers, as booked by her mother, found her so fascinating there when she didn't have any growth. At age eight, any hint of swelling would still be a few years away.
Never did she suspect that her aging would soon be halted at this stage of development.
"Take them off," the man said.
Hannah didn't even sigh or swallow hard as she hooked her thumbs into her panties before pushing the down. This was the way she always supposed to do it - to get down to her undies and be ogled while saving the best goods for last.
The man's hand was busy on his dick as the child's bald quim was exposed for his lustful viewing. He wasn't allowed to touch her there but he could visually those prim little cunt lips spreading sluttishly around his meat before he drilled inside and took her cherry. She'd be crying some as her blood stained his cock and maybe dribbled over her pale mound and thighs. But the kid's bitch mother was asking a steep price to be the first to break her open (at least she was for sale in that way now).
But there was the one form of contact that had been for sale since before he used her for the first time two years earlier.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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