My phone sex line is a party line. When we do a call, especially if it is a long call, I am usually high on something. Trust me, you want me high. That is when I spill the tea. I know that I seem open about my past and my current naughty existence, but I save a lot of the good details for our calls, when I am fucked up and ready to be honest. When I was just a whore for my parents, before my husband liberated me, I had three pregnancies. None of the little ones I was allowed to keep. My parents sold those angels. I never knew what happened to them. Did they get a good life or were they used worse than me for most of their lives. Maybe they were still being used or worse. They would all be legal age now, because I was just a teenage girl when I had them. My husband found one of the girls ripped from my arms through a DNA kit. She lives in Florida. I was in WV when I was a hooker phone sex whore for my parents. My husband and I combed her social media looking for signs she needed rescue. She is 26 now. She went to college. She may have just been sold to loving parents who could not conceive. She could have been trafficked and rescued and adopted again. Or she could be a survivor. My husband, my oldest son and I thought of all the possibilities. We started fucking thinking about everything we could do to her. She was smoking hot just like her half-sisters. Before long, we were having a family orgy thinking about this hot girl who was my daughter and their sibling. You know where our minds were going. Straight into the gutter. As we fucked each other, we thought about how much money this girl could make us if she was part of our home brothel of sexy prostitutes. All my daughters have always been great money makers for daddy and I. Why would the daughter who I have yet to meet be any different. I mean, she does have part of me in her. Soon, hopefully, she will have part of her brothers and step daddy in her too.
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