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” 15 minutes, so I had time for a shower, brush my teeth, remove my makeup, and that was it. Not too bad I thought. After picking up my skirt and k...ickers I made my way upstairs, not even thinking about getting dressed, thinking much more about the humiliation of being sent to bed so early. Humiliation for sure but I so enjoyed being treated this way and somehow knowing Jaden was unaware of my delight in being controlled like this made the experience even better for me. I showered quickly and. ” She stopped on a message from a phone number I recognized. “Yum.” She licked her lips while she studied the guy’s cock on the screen. “Rich Harris. I haven’t had him yet.” “Well, I have. Don’t bother.” I rolled my eyes and thought back on that awful night.Danielle looked over at me with an expression of shock on her face. “You fucked Rich? Why didn’t you tell me?” “Yeah, it was a few weeks ago. I’ve always thought he was cute, so I let him pop my cherry. I didn’t really like it…and I. I'm sure you're not a virgin, so hopefully you can understand your mother's problem," she whispered.I told her that rather than having her go to bed with a strange man to satisfy her hunger for sex, I could see no reason why I should not become the man in her life -- at least until one of us married. She hugged me in a tight embrace and told me what wonderful and understanding son she thought that I was, and how she would be proud to have me as the man in her life.We squirmed out of our night. ‘Look at you, bet you’re going out to sell that young, tight little body for sex.’‘MUM!’ Lily shouted. ‘I’m not you, get out of my fucking way.’‘Don’t you talk to me like that you ungrateful little bitch.’ Her Mum said before slapping Lily round the face with the back of her hand knocking Lily to the floor.‘You fucking bitch.’ Lily screamed putting her had to her mouth while fighting back tears.‘Don’t talk to your mother like that.’ Screamed a gruff male voice, Lily looked up to see a naked man.
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