"I wanna see you f**k her properly, Bernie," Pullman said, his voice strangely distant. "I wanna see you f**k her cunt."
"I can't," He answered, slowing down in her ass. "She's a, ooh, virgin."
"I know," Pullman said. "That's what I want to see."
"I don't think so."
"Do this for me, Bernie," Pullman said grandly. "And you'll get all my business. All of it. I'll even get them to fire that Roy if you hate him so much. And maybe even more. How about a position at my company? A very good one?"
Bernie had stopped moving, his c**k buried in teenage ass, as all these wonders paraded through his mind. Everything he wanted, just for deflowering his own daughter. Let's face it, he thought, you want to do it. You want to spoil that little p***y. You want to feel it on your c**k.
"Okay." He said
