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I sat in the office of Mr. Charles Conrad, owner of the Bright Lanes Skating Rink; standing on either side of me was his two hired thugs named Leon and Dalton. Mr. Conrad was a large fellow, around three hundred and twenty pounds, he had dark hair that seemed to be slightly thinning. His face was unshaven as to hide the scars from when he had smallpox.
His office at the skating rink was dark, except for a lamp that sat on his desk. He sat in his large Italian leather chair leaning forward, while both his elbows sat perched on his desk, and a chicken leg was being held by both hands.
“What can I do for you young man” as he bites into the chicken leg.
“I come here today sir to talk to you about Emily.” I told him in a nervous voice.
“Emily...hmm, doesn't ring a bell” he said as he waved the chicken bone around in the air.
“Well sir, she is a ten-year-old girl with short brown hair, brown eyes and a cute smile.”
“Now hang on their kiddo, there are a lot of young girls that come through my door every night to do a little skating.”
“This one you recently had you with way” I said I interrupted him.
“Oh...her, yeah I remember her” he said as a perverted smile stretched across his face.
I turned and noticed that both of Mr. Conrad's goons were smiling and snickering at Mr. Conrad
“That cute little slut” he said
“Yeah” said both his goons in unison as they continued to snicker.
“What about her?” he said as he grabbed another piece of chicken. “Is she your little girlfriend?” he asked
“I do like her” I told him as I rubbed my hands together.
“Too bad kid, I tapped that pussy so many times it's not even funny” he said
“What?” I said shocked and depressed manner.
Both of the goons let out a horrible pervert grin
“Yeah, she loved riding me, and you know what kid, when we were doing it, did she EVER scream your name!” he said in a cynical voice. “She was screaming MORE! MR. CONRAD MORE! SPLIT MY LITTLE PUSSY OPEN!!!” he continued with a horrifying grin on his face.
Tears rolled down my eyes, as his goons who stood behind me continued to snicker.
I sat in the office of Mr. Charles Conrad, owner of the Bright Lanes Skating Rink; standing on either side of me was his two hired thugs named Leon and Dalton. Mr. Conrad was a large fellow, around three hundred and twenty pounds, he had dark hair that seemed to be slightly thinning. His face was unshaven as to hide the scars from when he had smallpox.
His office at the skating rink was dark, except for a lamp that sat on his desk. He sat in his large Italian leather chair leaning forward, while both his elbows sat perched on his desk, and a chicken leg was being held by both hands.
“What can I do for you young man” as he bites into the chicken leg.
“I come here today sir to talk to you about Emily.” I told him in a nervous voice.
“Emily...hmm, doesn't ring a bell” he said as he waved the chicken bone around in the air.
“Well sir, she is a ten-year-old girl with short brown hair, brown eyes and a cute smile.”
“Now hang on their kiddo, there are a lot of young girls that come through my door every night to do a little skating.”
“This one you recently had you with way” I said I interrupted him.
“Oh...her, yeah I remember her” he said as a perverted smile stretched across his face.
I turned and noticed that both of Mr. Conrad's goons were smiling and snickering at Mr. Conrad
“That cute little slut” he said
“Yeah” said both his goons in unison as they continued to snicker.
“What about her?” he said as he grabbed another piece of chicken. “Is she your little girlfriend?” he asked
“I do like her” I told him as I rubbed my hands together.
“Too bad kid, I tapped that pussy so many times it's not even funny” he said
“What?” I said shocked and depressed manner.
Both of the goons let out a horrible pervert grin
“Yeah, she loved riding me, and you know what kid, when we were doing it, did she EVER scream your name!” he said in a cynical voice. “She was screaming MORE! MR. CONRAD MORE! SPLIT MY LITTLE PUSSY OPEN!!!” he continued with a horrifying grin on his face.
Tears rolled down my eyes, as his goons who stood behind me continued to snicker.
