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My Phone Sex Line is a Party Line

phone sex lineMy phone sex line is a party line. I love to do coke and swap dirty stories. A lot of callers want to know about me when I was a little girl. They expect to hear daddy daughter incest stories. The truth is my parents never touched me. But they were likely the only ones in my rural West Virginia town who did not diddle me. I came into this world for one reason. That reason was to support my meth head parents. They never had to work selling my tiny little holes. I never went to school. Never had a birthday party. Hell, I was with my husband before I even realized birthdays were a thing. He got me a social security card and a birth certificate too. As far as the world was concerned, I did not exist. That was how my parents wanted it. I was their cash cow jailbait whore. Men did things to me long before I have my earliest memories. Despite all the money I made my folks, we still lived in a dingy trailer. They put most of the money I made them up their nose or in their arms.

Thanks to my husband, those days are long behind me. Now, I am still a trailer trash whore. I party. I pimp out my angels. I do things most mothers never would consider. I just do it with money and style. When I am doing coke, I spill the beans. I have no remorse about my life. If I had not been a trailer park jailbait whore, I would not have met my husband when I was a teen girl. I would not have become a mother and the madam of a home brothel. I would not be here helping you molest young ones.  I took the experiences of my youth and turned my life around. Let’s party so I can tell you all my dirty phone sex P secrets.


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