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Old Man Brewster was sitting in his comfortable chair as he watched the man sip the cup of tea and ask softly about his family. This man had never been in his house before, so handsome and refined, it was a real treat to get a real movie star in here.
Walter put his cup down and looked towards the door as the clicking of heels announces the arrival of another famous member of the village. Babs swishing into the room in the prettiest little fairy outfit, complete with feathered wings.
Walter leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs to watch her as she approached to old man "Hello Mister Brewster, I understand you like little girls to sit in your lap. You never asked me?"
As the old man went to answer, she plonked herself in his lap. Hard. He grunted as she ground around to stare into his face, those eyes so clear and so full of emotion as she whispered d "But you know… some little girls are sweeter than others. My Bethy for example… she will always be my pretty little girl so full of vim and vigour, those boobs that go for days… I can get lost in her boobs ya know. I love my wife… and her boobs. Now… see mine? Mine cost a pretty penny too… I had them custom made…only so much you can do with hormones, to get these puppies I had to buy them. Well… Taddy paid for them… he sat with me and held my hand in recovery… did my dressings and so lovingly … so carefully tended my boobs… my lovely Taddy.. his hands checking the stitches as he crooned and told me how pretty I was… do you like that?"
Walter was now slightly unnerved by Babs and her hands sliding around to caress the old man's face, then going to her breasts to cup them in his face like she was asking him to motorboat "But you know Mister Brewster, there is something else about my Taddy… something else that makes him such a wonderful man… he never… ever… saw me a anything other than his little baby girl. Never. Even now, I am his little Babbit. He looks at me with such… such… adoration. I feel pretty…so pretty and I am a little girl again in his arms, dancing around the kitchen with me feet on his slippers… always. My Taddy loves me and he never…. Never… touched me in a way that made me feel… yucky. Mister Brewster you have been a bad man. You have been a very bad man and you do not uphold the ways of the Wilding Wood. You sir… have shown yourself to be a fox in the henhouse sir. Only.. more is the pity for you… the fox is no match for a fucking dragon."
Babs rose from his lap and he sat there with confusion as she turned to look back "I hope you liked that. It is the last time you will ever have a pretty little thing in your lap … and you know… I don't think either of us felt our dicks move… did we."
Babs left the room as Walter rose, shooting his cuffs before he nodded to the men standing in the room waiting.
"Mister Brewster… I think it is time for you to accept your eviction papers." Walter said before sweeping from the room and letting the men have their time with him.
The Hobbit seemed…. Impatient.