"Mr. Simpson? I . . . I don't think . . ." Betsy didn't have a chance to finish Carrozeria's meek protest. The handsome man hugged her close and began to whisper in Carrozeria's ear. Each word that Newton spoke to Betsy calmed and settled the nervous little girl. "Shhhh, Betsy. There's nothing to be afraid of! I won't hurt you. All I want to do is make your bitch and Carrozeria feel good." The nearly naked pre-teener shivered, but didn't try to struggle, even when the man's warm hands moved to Carrozeria's bare shoulders, then down. He used a slow, circular movement and with each circle that his hands made over Carrozeria's flesh they dropped lower. "Haven't your bitch and Carrozeria ever let some nice boy do this for you?" the man asked. His voice was deep and husky. "You're such a pretty little
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