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From: David Hunt <ideamen@verizon.net>
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Subject: The Orphange by Guy Long
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This is my first attempt at writing for the group. Please be patient as I
try and finish. I will post as I go.
Svetlana Gregorovna sat behind her impressive desk. Smartly dressed in a
dazzling low cut dress, she would appear more in place at the Opera instead
of the orphanage. She knew that the desperate couple seated in front of her
was not at all concerned that they were giving up their most prized
possession for a pittance. Svetlana fidgeted slightly in here luxurious
chair to allow the waif kneeling underneath access to her shaved pussy. The
child quietly munched away at Svetlana's cunt as she addressed the poor
couple.
"If you have abused the child in any way, I will not hesitate to call the
police in to take you away," she said stoically. "I swear, we have never
touched the girl," the man blurted out. "That will be determined by the
doctor's report," Svetlana rebutted. Just then a knock came on the antique
door. "Come in," Svetlana spoke. The door opened and an attractive girl of
15 or so, wearing a white smock and nurse's cap laid a file folder on the
desk. "That is all," Svetlana barked. "Thank you, Headmistress," the girl
submissively answered. She turned and left.
Svetlana opened the folder and read for a moment. "The doctor has given
Marina a clean bill of health, so you are off the hook," she said. "I told
you," the man spoke. "Enough," Svetlana shouted. She reached into a desk
drawer and removed five U.S. one hundred dollar bills and tossed them to the
front of the desk. The man hurried grabbed the bills and stuffed them into
his breast pocket. He started to speak, but Svetlana told them to get out.
Alone now, except the child beneath her, Svetlana laid back and enjoyed the
menstruations of the obviously talented youngster. The child below was just
a third year student but had a natural bent for cunnilingus. Daily the best
students were given the chore of getting the Headmistress off as she
conducted business behind her desk.