[It becomes pretty obvious that he is absolutely not immune when he recovers from his whine of protest at being hit with the tell-tale signs of a Horny Boy lighting up his face.]
Who am I making deals with?
[He grins as he comes in closer, reaching for her waist. Wanting her more, more.]
No one's asked for nothing from me that they were willing to work for.
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Who am I making deals with?
[He grins as he comes in closer, reaching for her waist. Wanting her more, more.]
No one's asked for nothing from me that they were willing to work for.