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"Yes" | sindermann | 10

 

The store owner looked at the slutty appearance. Typical underage tactic for him. He watched her bite her lip. She was nervous. This was a good sign for him. She was worried about disappointing someone.

"Got I.D?" he asked.

Her heart skipped. "Yes." she said. She was underage and knew it. Her face sank when he held out her hand and told her to pass it over the counter. Every cell in her brain screamed as she handed it to him. He looked at it, back at her, and then back at it.

"You know," he said, spitting a tobacco seed from his hand rolled cigarette, "I've seen plenty of broads come in here with fake I.Ds, but I've never had one hand me their real I.D telling me, plainly that you are underage." Tanya looked down at her feet. He grinned at her. "Can you sell me some whiskey, please?" she asked, meekly.

"Sure. Sure I can." he said. She looked up, a glimmer in her eye. When she saw the lear on his face, she knew what was coming.

"But first..."

 

what does he have Tanya do?


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