He told me he wanted to make a snuff porn with a super young girl. I found him a girl. I am his business associate now. He used to be my master. I bought my freedom with one little girl at a time. Now, I am a free agent. He pays me to find him talent. I was aging out for him anyway. He prefers girls much younger and tighter than me. I was afraid he would kill me just to be rid of me, so I made myself useful. That is how you stay alive in the seedy underworld crowd I run with. It is easier for women to lure young girls away than men. Little girls do not have stranger danger for women. They look at us as maternal. Almost every P man has a female accomplice phone sex partner for this reason. I proved myself usual to master, gained my freedom and my life, and now I freelance for him. He pays well. He even tips when I find him the perfect little slut.
I brought him a little ginger girl this time. He wanted a natural red head. She was a little Irish girl with porcelain skin and red curls. Looked as pure as the driven snow. He was happy with my selection. He wanted me to watch him use her for old time sake. He still makes me nervous. He is not exactly an honorable man, so I always worry he will try to own me again. I mean he could decide at any moment that he wants me to be under his roof again. He could force me to kidnap young girls for his rape phone sex fantasies and that way he would not have to pay me because he would be my master. I watched him fuck this little ginger girl raw. Her fuck holes were bleeding. She was crying. I felt badly for her, but then I got my cash and I got to leave his place alive, and I remembered it is survival of the fittest. Only the strong survive.