Young Cheerleader Falls for Her Protector in a Seductive Game of Desire and Trust

A young cheerleaders life takes a dramatic turn as she falls for her new protector in a game of desire and trust, where secrets and passion collide

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Young Cheerleader Falls for Her Protector in a Seductive Game of Desire and Trust The comment section has been restricted to members only due to the spammers and other idiots. Please feel free to PM your comment to me. Luck Mann Little Mel II: The Cheerleader It had been several weeks since Melanie (Little Mel), along with her young son Bobby, had left her abusive husband. They had sought refuge with me in my home. I, of course, agreed to let them stay in my spare room. It was so depressing to see such a cute little doll like Mel hurting both physically and mentally. In addition to her face, Mel’s husband, Rob, had badly damaged her self-esteem. She told me Rob had repeatedly insulted her by pointing out her lack of breast meat. “No other man would want a titless little bitch like you!” He would yell at her. Her black eye, bruised cheek, and swollen lip healed quickly. Mel was soon back to looking like the cute, 4’11”, 90 pound, red-haired, little sweetheart I remembered meeting not long ago. Her self-esteem took a bit more time and TLC to recover. I frequently reminded Mel how pretty, cute, sweet, and desirable she was. She always giggled when I’d tell her she looked good enough to eat. Occasionally, without warning or reason, I’d take her in my arms and give her an extended hug and gentle kiss. Gradually, Melanie began to show a much happier side of her self. She would greet me as I came in from work by running to me, leaping into the air, and wrapping her arms around my neck. Her feet, dangling nearly a foot off the floor, would be swinging in the air, as she passionately kissed me. When I thought she felt safe and comfortable with me, I began gently teasing her about her size. I’d tell her she reminded me of a cute, little, 14-year-old, high school coed. I’d then give her a gentle swat on her round, denim-covered butt. She always wore jeans that snugly hugged her butt. Bobby, in the mean time, had settled in nicely as well. When he wasn’t running through the house, he was in the back yard wearing out Dog, my 1-year-old, male, German Shepherd. In the past few weeks, Bobby and Dog had bonded to each other. They were nearly inseparable, except when Mel made Bobby come inside to eat or prepare for bed. I guess Dog enjoyed romping with an active boy more than chasing the sticks I’d occasionally throw for him. After a while, Mel and I decided to let Dog in the house at night. …but everything was about to change

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