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What to do about Mom (The Racist Pig),Her Punishment Started Part 1

As I wrote in my blog moms punishment began,for being a racist pig.Those of African/American decent sorry for the wording about to follow,as I stated moms a racist pig cause my girlfriend and I to breakup,Always bad mouthing black people, and making derogatory remarks,thier no good all druggies females would end upsome ones whore or bitch or workinking the street.

dragon boy the witches

The night began he at the were house sorry about ur mom he take the pills I made for he said to bitch 1 she she felt like she was never going to be sad again wow there wonderful good he said here some money he handed her a brown lunch bag if was full of cash now ur paid for awhile go enjoy ur time off be back in to week and bring ur sister to u know the drill ok she leaves his true sister calls hi bro lisen peacefully tonight I found 2 more brings ur total to 6 I now u like a lot when ur fucking just 6 tonight ok hey a few of the want some tattoos u can help them right yes john say alright she have fun love and kiss by john

dragon 2 party night

When he get home in his mustang hi mom sorry I am late it ok I half to fly out tonight I be back Monday bye mom she leaves he go up to his sister room her and je friend are watching a movie hey come see the basement hey a hout tub wow u di this yep we need a party good weds day bring ur friends yess they smile let get in go a head I make us some drinks soon they were his to command how many are coming nine good he pick up a cell phone call.

My Life as a Prostitute (the beginning...)

For a long time now I wanted to open up and share my past life. I don't have many friends, nor family, and as time goes by I feel this urge to tell my story. I am not ashamed of my past. I know I am a prostitute and was used in ways no wife or girlfriend would ever imagine existed, nor would they ever think that men could degrade women in such ways! But I want to go forward with my life, to open a new chapter and go on. I was a very young teen when I had my first man. I was living with an aunt at the time, since my parents were divorced and did not have much time for me. I could practically do as I pleased with my aunt; she did not care what I did as long as I didn't bring her any problems.

Nancy flips the spatula (Part 3)

Jill finished herself off. Nancy stood up. She said "Jill you followed me" Jill said yes, I am sorry, but after our rendezvous I left and while driving home, I just could not stop thinking about how I wished I had gotten your phone number, so then I decided to turn around and come back to the store to ask you if you would like to keep in touch, well just as I pulled into the parking lot I noticed you getting in your car and, well I followed you and here I am. I'm sorry Nancy I don't mean to scare you.