"A good Papa, worries about his little girl. A good Papa provides protection." He slowly undid the buttons of her blouse as he spoke these tender words. "In the hands of the wrong person, a little girl can become a plaything." He worked her bra over her tits and leaned back to ogle his captives splendid breasts. "All her private little treaures can become toys for fowl bandito." He pulled on and released her right nipple, tweaking it again and again, watching it harden and redden. His cock surged and reared within his trousers forming an obsene tent which he made no effort to conceal.

He then turned his attention to her left nipple and repeated his manipulations. "A little girl left in the lewd possession of a bad man is a terrifying proposition my little one." He leaned back in his chair. He pervayed his victim and her helpless position and his dark imaginings swelled within him. He undid his zipper and popped his raging cock out of the confining underwear. He even reached in and fished out his large balls. He smugly smiled at the girl and stroked his throbbing cock in front of her. " To give a bandito free hand with his little one would indeed make a Papa, tremble.."

He stood up and stepped into her, grabbing her hair at the nape of her neck. His steel hard prick bounced inches from her face. "What do you think your Papa would fear the most? Hm? What would papa fear for his little one?