My phone sex line is always no limits and no taboos. I am not the kind of lady that says no. In fact, I am not a lady at all. I am a dirty whore. This morning, I was a blasphemous whore. Last week, a group of ladies from the local church decided they needed to stop by and save my soul. In the process, they thought it would be acceptable behavior to shame my lifestyle. They told me I was lacking the sort of moral code a parent should posses when raising little ones. They don’t know the half of it either. Well, I do not take too kindly to strangers coming into my home attempting to judge me. So this morning, I took my oldest daughter to church with me under the false premise that we were there to atone for our sins. My husband makes enough money to bail me out of trouble, so I push the envelope whenever the need arises.
Midway through worship, I stood up and let my coat fall to the ground so that I was in nothing but thigh highs and high heels in front of a shocked uppity congregation. I started singing blasphemous songs and fucking my cunt with a cross. I laid down on a church pew in front of the pulpit so my teen daughter could eat my twat. Some of the men began jacking off, much to the chagrin of their morally upright bitch wives. A few of the husbands of the very same women who pretty much told me I was going to hell gathered around my daughter and I so they could cum on our faces. The preacher was speechless. I tore pages from the Bible wiped my dripping wet cunt and tossed them in the coffers. My daughter tossed the prude club the cross that had been up my cunt and told them to remove the stick out of their asses and mind their own fucking business. Don’t think they will be coming around my house again anytime soon.
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