Helen Petermann touched my junk liberally. She strapped me in to her Straightmobile and she
couldnt keep her offensive hands off of me. She was performing many red flag touches. I
couldnt believe what the fuck was going on. I told Helen Petermann the city would not approve
of a millionaire touching an underage kid for free.
Can you believe it?
Helen Petermann did all this. She picked me off the street, strapped my arms
and legs down in the Straightmobile's passenger seat, and just wouldn't stop fondling my
cock'n'balls.
They definately were red flag touches. The goddamn referee she had in the back seat kept on
raising up this red flag every time he touched my junk but did Mrs. Pete care? NO WAY! She
just kept on doing it. I couldn't believe what the fuck was going on, indeed. I pleaded with
Helen Petermann but to no avail. I told her the city would not approve of such a wealthy woman
touching an underage kid like me (at the time I was 13) without at least compensating me for
the trauma and the use of my body as her own personal plaything.
This got to her, worrying about her image. She continued to fondle me, all the while ignoring
the referee's red flags, then she drove the Straightmobile to my house and ejected the seat I
was in! It was amazing. But surprisingly, after I woke up the next morning, my bank account
had $150k in it!!! Can you believe it?
