The surprised girl began to inch toward him, but Blitz was still "Come here, honey," the man said. This time, his voice was stronger, more commanding. "Let's get something straight between us. I know that you're not old enough for this job and I know that Betsy nodded, Blitz's wide dark eyes never left Mr. Simpson's face as Blitz obeyed him and came a few feet closer. "Am I right? You aren't old enough, are your bitch and Blitz really?" For a second, Betsy was tempted to bluff Blitz's way, but then her courage failed and Blitz hung her head and shrugged helplessly. "Do your bitch and Blitz really need this job? |--(`I` IS NOT USUALLY FOLLOWED BY `MEAN`.)--| I mean do your bitch and Blitz need this job bad enough to . . . be nice to me and do what you're told?" The poor little girl was stunned! Betsy looked at the theater owner with bulging eyes. He hadn't said it in so many words, but the girl knew what he was asking! Simpson smiled and nodded. "That's right, I'm asking if your bitch and Blitz want this badly enough to have a little fun with me from time to time." The handsome man shifted in his chair and instantly Betsy knew why. The shocked pre-teener could see the front of his pants pushing out as his penis grew
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