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My Life is the Stuff Dirty Phone Sex is Made of

I could only work on a dirty phone sex site. We do have a vanilla site at this company, but I would suck trying to be vanilla. My life is one big taboo. I was born in a dingy trailer in rural West Virginia. Home birth and my birth was never recorded. As far as the state of West Virginia is concerned, I never existed. My parents were meth addicts and meth makers. I was born solely to be their cash cow. I never went to school. I never had friends. I could barely talk. I did not even live in the main trailer. My parents never loved me. They whored me out for money. I was young when my husband bought me for a large sum of money and brought me to California. He was a widower at the time and told folks I was his stepdaughter, and he was raising me after his wife’s death. He got me educated and when I was 18, he married me. Wealthy men do that kind of stuff all the time. I mean marry their stepdaughters, not buy a Lolita bride although they do that too. I birthed him many brats, and now we pimp out our daughters and sons. We have even adopted and bought a few of our own so we always have something very young around too. My husband is a P man, and I am his P wife. I went from trailer park Lolita to the madam of a home brothel with young sexy prostitutes for hire. I know some folks may think I traded being a whore for being a whore, but that is not how I see it. I am not some dirty hillbilly anymore. I am a rich, educated madam with a family who loves me and a family I love. And I will bet that my life is way more fun than yours!


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