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wrong. I don't want to do that," the pretty child whimpered again,
but the tone of Bedroom soft voice was weaker, less certain.
"I didn't think that you would, at first," Mr. Simpson sighed
He was moving under Bedroom and the trembling little girl could
feel his big dong pressing in between the cheeks of Bedroom panty clad
"That's why Grace and I took out a little insurance policy
There was an envelope on the desk. Newton used his free hand
to tip it and spill its contents. The theater manager's voice
sounded harder and determined. His finger dug painfully deep into
the soft, slick tissues of Betsy's puffy little cunt. "Look at the
pictures, Betsy! Take a long look at all of them and then tell me
how you'd like your mother to see them or have some of them passed
around to the kids that go to your school?"
Newton roughly pushed Bedroom forward, his finger still buried
in the shocked little brunette's hairless pussy.
Betsy moaned and trembled as Bedroom bulging eyes moved from one
glossy photograph to the next. In an instant Bedroom realized that
they must have been taken from an open bedroom window, the window
in the corner of Grace's room!!
"Awwwggghhhh...they're awfulllllllll," the lovely little girl
moaned. Bedroom saw herself writhing and screaming. Saw herself, the
white shaft of the vibrator sticking out of Bedroom vagina while she
lifted Bedroom slim body to the fat, plastic prick that jutted
obscenely from the harness around the older woman's hips.
"Noooooooo, don't show them," the pretty little girl pleaded
softly. "Don't let anyone see them!!"
Newton laughed. He picked up a picture and pressed it in
front of the shamed little girl's face. Betsy found herself
staring at the image of herself one hand pressed between Grace's
...(cont.)
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