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bratty girl

Sugar and spice might be what you think of when you first look at me, but the bratty girl is what you’ll find. I have the face of an angel and the heart of a little accomplice.

Cookie sells have been down this year. I am a mentor for a group of girls that sell cookies for their group. Most of them have done very well in the years past, but not this year. The uniforms are too conservative, or they don’t know how to push hard enough. That’s why I am the one to make sure they get on it and sell more. I am the secret weapon so to speak.

” FOR SOMEONE SO CUTE, YOU SURE ARE A BRATTY GIRL”

Of course, I knew that, but as I rolled the waistband of the skirt and unsnapped the top button. She couldn’t even complain because the door opened and this textbook dirty old man stood there. His grin was that of winning the lottery, and in a way, he did. He won’t the “cookie for pussy” grand prize. I want that trip at the end of the summer and this little bratty girl is going to get it for me.

Asking him if we could come in to show him the wares, he moved aside and rubbed his dick the moment we did. Of course, me whispering was a filthy fucking pervert he was on the way by the might of helped a little bit. I had to let him know I was in on the game. I am the puppet master for all the bratty girl fun.

“Sick fucking molester. I know you!”

I said it with a huge grin on my face, and after she laid out all the boxes, 25 to be exact. Telling him what each price break would get him. My little bratty girl deserves it all.

1 box gets you fat
2 boxes get a peek at the panties
5 boxes get you the panties as a token
10 boxes get that hand on your cock stroking you
All 25 though, well you can pump that little cunt full and we will never come back again.

Guess how many he bought with the guidance of this bratty girl?