Then I laughed thinking about my four boyfriends. Indian Sex When I turned thirteen I could turn heads by just walking down the street in my tight blue jeans. Some of the stiff bristles tore into my nether region between my rectum and my vagina, they cut into the folds where my legs join my crotch, and they cut into my tender inner lips. That resulted in spankings and escalated to bare bottom spanking. Dad told me that we were raking in the dough but I never saw any of it and didn’t care. He meant it too. Then one day when two of the boys were in my bedroom Dad burst in the door. Charlie and Tommy were both hard as before. Dad quit work and became my full time pimp. Apparently Dad had become my pimp. He told me that I was just as good as my mother was and maybe even better. He told me that I was just as good as my mother was and maybe even better. Fbailey story number 356
Caught And Punished
Dad always told me that my mother was a whore.
