Phone chat lines should be unrestricted, yet so many lines are not. I could not work for a company that limited my fun or censored my life. It is bad enough that my husband and I must be careful because we pimp out our sons and daughters. I wish it were legal and there were no age limits. My sluts are all eager and willing whores. They love the nice things and modern electronics they can buy with their whore money. If I worked for some boring vanilla site, I would never be able to talk about my family of whores. Nor would I be able to talk about how my parents chained me up in a dingy trailer and sold my tiny holes to truckers and folks driving through rural WV. I never went to school. Hell, I do not think I ever had a birth certificate. I was born to support my parent’s meth habit. My husband was one of my Johns when I was a little girl. After several years of fucking me, he gave my parents more money than they would ever make off me in that area and I never looked back. I became his breeding whore. He helped me get my GED. He polished me up and made me a sophisticated whore. And now, we sell our daughters’ fuck holes to the highest bidders. We treat our money makers better than my parents treated me. Unlike my folks, we love our sexy prostitutes. We are always recruiting younger girls. We sell our boys too. Mostly to P men who prefer little boy dick over little girl pussy, but occasionally a milf wants a boy dick. You see, my life is the stuff Lifetime movies are made of LOL. My phone chat numbers need to be no so I can share my naughty life with you.
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