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“Now say, Daddy, Sissy-Chrissie is sorry for being such a stupid little bimbo.”

“D-daddy, S-Sissy-Chrissie is s-sorry for b-being such a -s-s-tupid little bimbo.” I knew why Sandra hated this bastard so much. He was one evil motherfucker. But Sandra could leave and I could not. The bastard owned me for a year. And if this was any indication, it was going to be a very long year.

“Don’t pout so Sissy-Chrissie. I think even a dumb little cheating bimbo like you can think of a better use for those pouting lips, can’t you?”

I stared in disbelief. Surely he wouldn’t. I shook my head. No -no – no.

“When I ask Sissy question, Sissy is always to answer.” He closed his eyes.

No I couldn’t bear it. Not another tug. I tried to fight him but it was useless. My hand reached down, grabbed the piercing and tugged. Pain wracked my body and I screamed.

“S-sissy-C-chrissie can think of a better use for her lips,” I forced out.

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