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| title: "House Oversight: Estate Documents (Nov 12) (HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_021188)" |
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| Pulling a few tissues out of the box, he passed them across the desk to |
| me. Trying to retract any damage done I said to him "I must look like |
| such a mess to you and making you listen to my saga, I am so sorry... I |
| shouldn't have come to you with all of this." He looked surprised and |
| sympathetic "Quite the opposite actually. I'm glad you've come to me for |
| help. I have got a lot of connections especially with the Palm Beach |
| County Police Department. I give them regular hundred thousand dollar |
| donations, and after I speak with them there will be nothing more to |
| worry about. To be honest I'm more in shock about how much can |
| happen to you in such a short time, your life is one big soap opera" |
| Now he was chuckling and trying to make light of my somber mood. |
| Laughing along too I replied, " I know right? Drama just hangs around |
| me like a bad smell". We did some more light-hearted catching up and |
| went out to the poolside for some lunch and a swim, concluding the |
| evening with an erotic massage upstairs. He paid me the usual two |
| hundred dollars and asked me to come back tomorrow. "In the meantime |
| I don't want you thinking about your sticky situation, consider it dealt |
| with". His attempt to brighten my spirits had worked relieved about |
| money and the police but now I owed myself to him feeling indebted to |
| him more now than ever. |
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| As was promised I never heard back from the Police Department and |
| Jeffrey had his favorite girl back by his side. We picked up where we left |
| off ever better than before, I being entirely subservient to every sexual |
| desire of his engaging myself in any role he wanted me to play. As he |
| was getting older his appetite for sex never hazed, if anything it only |
| increased. The orgies with other girls got larger in numbers and his |
| appeal to younger girls, new toys and wilder nights expanded from once |
| and awhile to quite an often occurrence in Jeffrey's company. I put it |
| down his new friend and business investment, Jean-Lue Brunel. |
| A long time agent for young and upcoming models, Brunel, a French |
| citizen, was known for roaming the world in search of young, naive |
| beauties living in poverty stricken countries and willing to do just about |
| anything for money. He would procure them mostly from Clubs in South |
| America and the Former Soviet Republic. Filling their heads with |
| fairytales of America and large amounts of money, he would promise |
| them all of the finer things in life, sometimes even throwing a pill in their |
| drink, if that meant getting them in his bed was becoming too much of a |
| task. What he wanted is what he got, which is why him and Jeffrey |
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| ultimately became close pals and he invested one million dollars into |
| Brunel's company. In return Jeffrey now had supply of girls on tap for |
| him to choose from. |
| With the assistance of each other, Brunel obtaining the illegitimate |
| visas for underage-overseas girls and Jeffrey housing them at his |
| brother's apartment complex on 301 E 66" St, Manhattan, they were |
| quite the team. Jeffrey and Brunel would charge them for rent, forcing |
| them to work for them selling their bodies for money, nude pictures, and |
| even pornography. These were what seemed like really nice people with |
| not so nice intentions setting an impression of how the dignified wealth |
| play and behind closed doors they had as much civilized manners as a |
| barbaric chimpanzee in heat. Giving a girl a step-up in finances by |
| teaching them there only worth is what lay between their legs, us girls all |
| were the same in the end, regardless of what country we came from, what |
| language we spoke or our cultural indifferences, we all were being used |
| for one thing alone, our youthful looks and beautiful bodies. |
| Being Jeffrey's permanent sidekick, I would have to part-take in a |
| many of the hedonistic exploitations that went on at one of his many |
| residences, which meant having to be uninhibited with many girls my age |
| and younger. Being complete strangers was hard enough but we couldn't |
| even understand each other, speaking in different tongues we were |
| expected to excel at preforming many acts of lovemaking and foreplay on |
| each other, while being observed by a man in a corner jerking off. Not |
| exactly what I would call an advantage in my stage of life, but in my head |
| I was convinced we all had to do what we had to do to get on with life |
| and if that meant doing all of this to keep Jeffrey happy, then I would do |
| It didn't take long in the accompaniment of Brunel for Jeffrey to hit an |
| all time low, at least one that I knew about. Stupid enough or sick |
| enough, I don't know which one it is or both but Jeffrey bragged about |
| his birthday present from Brunel, once accepting three, twelve year old |
| girls, sisters at that. He replayed the descriptive events with me telling me |
| how they all massaged him and finished him off orally. He was so excited |
| about the entire event, replaying over and over again over the next course |
| of weeks how cute they were and how you could tell they were really |
| young by the small amount of hair growth in their pubic region and non- |
| existent breasts. A twelve year old, are you serious? I thought to myself |
| I still can't shake the feeling of disgust when I recall the look on his face |
| as he told me time and time again of how his lust brought him to that |
| profound low. He went on to tell me how Brunel bought them in Paris |
| France, from their parents. Offering them the usual sums of money, visas |
| and modeling career prospects was a bribe of the worst kind, they wer |
| just children. Laughing the whole way through, Jeffrey thought it wa |
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