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"I negotiated a fair price with her mother. It included no changing of hands of cash, but I was required to babysit her, do the family laundry, and feed the cat while the rest of the family went on vacation. As the conversation dragged on, I wondered if she was trying to get rid of the girl for good. I suspected that, as a rather derpy six year old, she was cramping the style of the other kids, who wanted to spread their wings. I didn't bring up the prospect of marriage as I wasn't fully sure of my own feelings, other than a raging horniness surging in my pants. When her mother started winding down, she came over to me and started bobbing her head around my groin region, just a few short inches away. I thought to myself, 'does this kid do this to just any man?' as I had met her mother just a few hours earlier at the boutique laundromat. Her mother observed this, then told me to stay there as she and her daughter went into the washroom with one of the newly washed and dried corsets, you know, the type you get from Urban Outfitters, only this one was fitted for a six year old girl. When she emerged sans underpants, I flushed immediately and glanced in the direction of the laundry attendants. I could see beyond them a sign saying, in part, "A FULLY ATTENDED LAUNDROMAT IS CLEANER AND SAFER" in apparent reference to their competition, the regular coin-operated laundromats for the hoi polloi. The attendants were aghast, and, fearing for the moral integrity of the business, lunged at my throat with fierce hands and snarls. I leapt up, grabbed the cunny, and started running away, with the attendants in hot pursuit. The mother, on the other hand, was buckling over in laughter, a most inappropriate paroxysm. I decided that my new trophy cunny would be an ample reward given that refraining from forfeiting my clothing, now in the wash, would put me in extreme peril. I dashed outside with the pantsless—and, for the most part, calm—cunny planted firmly on my shoulders, and as she flexed her legs in sexual anticipation, I felt some of her cunny juice run down my back from the place where her pussy contacted the back of my neck. I said in a strong, but firm and assertive voice, 'we're going shopping kid, both of us need some clothing,' but as I started to whip out my iPhone and type in 'NORDSTROM,' she grabbed my face below the jawbone, swung her head down next to my mouth and kissed me gently, causing me to break my stride. I could feel blood rushing to my groin area, and she whispered into my ear softly, 'Let's think about boring chores after you fuck my brains out.' It was at this point that I suspected I wasn't her first, and that I would be stacked up against the sexual performance of her other partners. Undeterred, I veered left for my condominium. 'That's more like it' she cooed coyly as she raised her head to feel the wind on her face. The she jabbed her left foot into my collarbone as if spurring a steed, sending a jolt of adrenaline into my legs and quickening my gait..."