#Incest #Lesbian #Tween
I hire a babysitter and end up a submitting to her as my Mistress
For Lala, love you baby girl!
This is a long story, didn’t plan it that way but I just couldn’t stop writing!
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So the young girl I hired to babysit my daughter is now my Mistress.
My name is MaryBeth. I am 32 years old and I’ve been married, well I was married for 13 years. I am relatively fit, attractive brunette with baby blue eyes. My butt isn’t as firm as it once was, but still looks good in my Yoga pants and scrubs. My breasts, which I do my best to hide, are much too big for my 5 foot tall frame. At 130 pounds, I feel that 20 pounds of that is my breasts.
After 13 years of marriage, he went after a young girl and divorced me. I have a 12 year old daughter. Lala, my daughter is now my world. Her name is really Lauren but she says she hates that name and she prefers being called Lala. Gymnastics and dance all winter, softball and volleyball in the summers. Thankfully Lala is more outgoing and independent than her shy and quiet mother! And she is so beautiful! Redhead with green eyes like her father, and a temper to match! She can be a handful at times.
After the divorce I renewed my Nursing License and being the lowest in seniority, I work whatever shift they need me to work. So sometimes I have to work all night long, from 6 PM to 6 AM, 4 nights a week. It’s not that I don’t think Lala can take care of herself, it’s that I don’t want others to know she is home alone. So I started looking for a sitter as I knew starting next month I would be on the night shift for a three month stretch probably through the entire summer.
I wasn’t having much luck when I saw a Facebook post from a college girl looking for a babysitting job. She is a Psych Major at the local college and is minoring in Child Psychology. I contacted her through Messenger, and thankfully she immediately replied. Her name is Sam, or Samantha, and she emailed me a list of references, and one was even her Psych instructor at college.
I contacted a couple of the women on the list and tried to get in touch with her instructor but the call went to the voicemail of a ‘Mistress Isabella’. Other than the instructor voicemail, Sam received high praise from some of the women. ‘Dominant but fair and loving’, ‘I love having Samantha in my life’, and ‘She came in and took over, the house has never run so smoothly’. I thought it was odd that none of the women mentioned anything about how their children got along with Sam.
Anyway, I was getting desperate as time was running out and I needed to hire someone soon. I asked Sam to come over Sunday afternoon so we could meet, Lala could meet her, and we all could talk. Lala was not happy about having a babysitter, but she was glad she wouldn’t have to be here by herself all night.
Sam arrived right on time, and the pictures on her Facebook page did not do her justice! Beautiful long blonde hair, gorgeous piercing blue eyes and a perfect body! Her perky young breasts didn’t need a bra, which was obvious when her nipples hardened when she caught me looking at her chest. The tight t-shirt was cropped and her tanned belly was visible to the top of her very low riding button fly jeans. I blushed as Sam looked at me and smiled, winked, then turned her attention back to Lala.
Lala and Sam chatted, Sam asked about school, boys, and favorite subjects. Normal stuff for young girls. Lala showed Sam around the house and showed Sam her room. Boy band posters on the wall, pink everywhere, stuff animals sitting all around.
Then Sam said that she and mommy needed to talk about the babysitting stuff and Sam came out to the living room and motioned for me to follow her to the kitchen. I followed her and noticed the sway of her hips. Sam pulled out a chair and said ‘Sit.’ And I did sit, but Sam stood as she talked.
‘You only have two bedrooms, and I will not sleep on the couch.’ Sam said rather confidently.
‘Oh no, not at all, you can sleep in my room, I wouldn’t think of asking you to sleep on the couch!’
‘Good girl.’ was her reply. I thought it was odd to talk to me that way, but I thought maybe it’s her child psychology schooling influencing how she speaks.
We discussed pay, and hours, a minimum of three months’ commitment. I offered the use of my laundry so she could bring her laundry here and do it for convenience. I said I would get her a debit card to use for any expenses and to buy supper every night if she wasn’t in the mood to cook. Free access to the computer, internet, cable TV.
Sam said that everything was acceptable, but she had to think about it since it would interfere with her summer vacation from school. I asked she please let me know as soon as possible. As I walked her to the door, she rubbed my bottom, which surprised me and I turned and she bumped into me, and her hand grabbed my left tit. I was shocked when Sam said, ‘Nice tit, MaryBeth, you should show them off more!’
As she was leaving, Sam said ‘Wait by the phone, I’ll call when I decide if I want to do this.’
In a bit of a panic, I immediately offered her another Fifty dollars a week if she would say Yes. Sam just walked away. I closed the door, locked it, then poured myself a glass of wine. I was flustered, flattered, and a bit aroused. Was I reading too much into all this? Maybe younger girls are more open
with other women now days.
The rest of the day I kept my phone close and checked several times to see if I had missed a call.
Nope, nothing from Sam yet. Lala noticed something was off and asked me what I thought of Sam. I admitted that I liked her, and hoped she would say yes to babysitting, but also explained that she is a beautiful young girl and she would be giving up a lot of her summer vacation for this.
Then Lala blew my mind! She said that Sam looked in her dresser drawers and said, ‘Sam said that you should buy me sexier panties!’ What?!
‘Lala! 12 year old girls don’t need to wear sexy panties!’
Lala got indignant at my response and as was typical, went to her room and slammed the door.
Maybe Sam can do something about Lala’s temper I thought. Then again, maybe I don’t want Sam to influence Lala. Another glass of wine, and a hot bath while I reflected on the past few days’ events. The weird voicemail for Mistress Isabella, Sam telling me I should show off my breasts more, Sam telling Lala she should wear sexier panties. Then I noticed I was aroused, my nipples were hard, and I felt that itch between my legs. I haven’t masturbated in years, but my fingers found their way down to my vagina.
I was enjoying my playtime in the tub, but my mind kept flashing to things I had never thought about before. I saw my baby girl in a sexy thong panty. I saw me showing my breasts to Sam. I imagined Sam showing her breasts to me. I imagined kissing Sam. My fingers were furiously rubbing my clitoris and I slid farther down in the tub, knees up, legs spread. My next thought pushed me over the edge, Lala’s naked body, Sam’s naked body, Lala’s tiny hairless pussy. My fingers went deep into my vagina and I moaned as the orgasm washed over me.
‘Mom, are you okay?’, Lala whispered.
Startled, I sat up quickly and grabbed the towel and covered myself. ‘Baby girl, I . .uh, I’m fine. Give me a few minutes, then we can talk, okay?’
‘Okay’ and then Lala backed out of the bathroom and closed the door.
I have never been so embarrassed in my life. My goodness, my little girl caught me masturbating. Oh I was not looking forward to the talk I had to have with Lala.
I composed myself as best I could, downed the rest of the glass of wine and put on my pajamas. Lala’s thoughts on me wearing men’s pajamas came to mind, she thought it was weird. I put on my robe, grabbed my wineglass and headed to the kitchen for a refill. Filled my glass, downed about half, then filled it again. The walk down the hall to Lala’s room seemed to take forever.
I knocked on Lala’s door, and her normal response was heard, ‘Who is it?’
Why she continues that silliness made me smile, she’s still my silly little girl. ‘It’s mommy, can I come in?’
‘Yes, you may enter.’ Oh how I love my silly little girl!
I pulled out the desk chair and sat beside her bed. ‘Baby, I can explain what you saw.’
‘You were playing with your pussy, weren’t you mommy?’
Caught completely off guard by that, I stammered, ‘Where did you hear language like that?’
‘Mommy, you were playing with your pussy, and you were saying my name.’
Oh my, I didn’t know I was saying anything, let alone her name. I was freaking out. I started crying, trying to think of something, anything to say. I can’t tell her what I was thinking about while I was masturbating. Then my little princess hopped off the bed, stood in front of me and said ‘Don’t cry mommy, it’s okay. I love you too!’
Then she kissed me. I hugged her tight and cried even harder. ‘Mommy! You’re squishing me!’
‘I’m so sorry baby, yes, I was masturbating. And yes I was touching my vagina.’
‘Mother, nobody talks like that! You were playing with your pussy! I do it sometimes too but I never put my fingers inside!’
Oh my goodness, my baby girl just admitted that she touches herself. I am shocked, embarrassed, and a little bit aroused at hearing that. My baby isn’t a baby anymore. Then I remember what Lala said that Sam said, and I imagined Lala in a sexy thong again. Then I realized I was still hugging her, and slowly released her, and got up.
‘Lala, we need to have another talk, but not tonight. I am tired and had a bit too much wine.’
‘I know mommy, you should go to bed.’ And with that, I left her bedroom. Headed straight to the kitchen and poured another glass of wine. I sat at the kitchen table trying to figure out what I was going to say to Lala tomorrow. I grabbed my laptop off the counter and sat there for a bit staring at the black screen. I woke up the laptop, and it was still on the Facebook page for Sam.
I looked at all of her pictures. Lots of selfies, and her with her girlfriends, some of those girls looked pretty young. Some pictures with her school instructors. But no pictures of her with boys. And in most of the pictures it seems that Sams nipples are always hard. There were pictures with an older woman, maybe her mother, sitting on the floor at Sams feet, looking up at her lovingly. Another picture of a different older woman laying across Sam’s lap and Sam pretending to spank her.
There is one picture of Sam that I kept going back to look at. She’s wearing a very small bikini top, facing the camera with a very serious look on her face. I zoom in the picture a bit, and I can see parts of her areola on her left breast, and her nipples almost appear 3D they are so hard and pointed. I scroll down the picture, hoping it showed more, but the frame stops just below her navel. Then I noticed the @ symbol followed by what I assumed was her username.
I opened another browser tab and Google searched the name, and it came up with several hits along with lots of images. I clicked on an image but everything was blurred out. Then I remembered my ‘Safe Search’ settings for when Lala usings my laptop. I finally found the correct settings to turn off and refreshed the page.
Oh my! Sam has an OnlyFans page. I click on one image and it’s a short video and the camera pans down from Sam’s beautiful face, to her perfect breasts with those beautiful nipples. Panning down more, there is a naked woman with her face buried in Sams crotch! Another video she is spanking a young girls naked bottom. I click on another link, and it takes me to her OnlyFans page. It’s only $5, I say to myself to justify the expense. And it’s research, I need to find out who Sam really is. I pay it to access her page.
Part of me is horrified, how can I let this girl babysit my daughter? The other part of me, the one ruled by my vagina, over-ruled the horrified part and I clicked on a link showing a woman across Sams lap. Sam is spanking her naked bottom with her hand. Then she rubs the woman’s vagina, then another slap, the camera is showing the woman’s vagina, getting wetter by the minute. Sam spanks her for several minutes. Then Sam commands ‘Cum, bitch!’, and the woman has an intense hands-free orgasm. Sam pushes the woman off of her lap and stands and the woman says ‘Thank You Mistress for allowing this bitch to cum.’
That’s when I felt Lala leaning over my shoulder and asks ‘What does cum mean mommy?’. I start to slam the laptop closed when I realized I had my hand in my pajama bottoms and was rubbing myself.
I jerk my hand out, slam the laptop closed and turn to Lala. ‘Oh baby, you scared me! I thought you were asleep. You shouldn’t have seen that, I’m sorry.’
‘I was thirsty so I came to get a glass of water. What does cum mean and you were playing with your pussy again weren’t you mommy?’
How did I get myself into this situation? Caught masturbating, not once, but twice by my 12 year old daughter, ‘Cum, or ‘to cum’, is to have an orgasm. That’s when a man or a woman climaxes and has an orgasm.’
‘Is that what happens mommy when I touch myself down there. I get a weird feeling in my belly then my whole body tingles and I shake.’
Oh my, my daughter is telling me that she plays with herself and is already having orgasms. ‘Yes, baby girl, you are probably having an orgasm.’ I am embarrassed and shocked that my nipples are hard and rubbing against the material of my pajama top is getting me more aroused.
Lala then turns to the sink and says, ‘I’m going get a glass of water then go back to bed and have an orgasm.’ As she reaches to turn on the water, her nightshirt rises, and I can see her pink cotton panties tucked up between her cute little butt cheeks. She turns and smiles at me as she drinks her water, and she plays with the bottom of her nightshirt, and I see her little camel toe. I feel a shudder start between my legs and work up through my spine.
Lala then leans in to kiss me and her left hand presses against my right breast, and I gasp a little as she kisses my cheek. Then she trots off to bed. I get my heartbeat under control, finish my glass of wine and rinse the glass. Then I turn off the kitchen and living room lights and get to the door of my room. I stop and run back to the kitchen and grab the laptop. Then I go to my room and quietly close the door and lock it.
I open the laptop before I even make it to the bed. I start another video as I am untying the pajama bottoms, and they fall off as I climb up on the bed. I pile up the pillows, lean back and set the laptop on my left and my right hand has already found it’s way between my legs. This video shows Sam leading a naked woman wearing a dog collar and leash, crawling on her hands and knees. They enter what looks like a locker room, and there are about half a dozen naked girls sitting around. Sam stops and the woman kneels beside her like a dog at Heel would. Sam says ‘Girls, our beloved Math teacher Ms. Johnson, has something to say.’
The woman then proudly says ‘Girls, I am your slut, do with me as you please!’
I have another orgasm, my fingers deep inside of me. Then the guilt hits, again. I slam the laptop closed and set it over on my nightstand, knocking my hairbrush to the floor. I lay on the bed, my mind whirling round and round. Partly from the wine, partly from humiliation, partly from the humiliation of getting aroused by the humiliation. I get up and step over to turn off the light. As I walk back to bed, I trip over my pajama bottoms and fall beside my bed.
There I see my hairbrush, with its long cylindrical handle. The bristles are only on about one third of the brush, so if I hold it just right, I can put it in . . . . What the hell am I thinking? Am I actually going to masturbate with my hairbrush? ‘NO!’ I tell myself and set the hairbrush on the nightstand and get into bed.
I have a terrible night! Every time I close my eyes, I see Sam, her naked body, her spanking that woman, her humiliating her teacher. Then I see Sams butt and it turns into Lalas butt, and I see Samatha’s vagina, and it becomes Lala’s vagina and Sam is fingering her. Then Sam is fingering me, then spanking me, then putting a dog collar on my neck and giving me to a room full of Lalas.
I wake up and notice the bed is wet. And my hairbrush is still in my vagina. Realization slaps me upside the head, I did masturbate with my hairbrush and from the soreness in my vagina I must have done it several times and roughly. I pull the hairbrush out and take it with me to the bathroom. I pee, and very gently pat my inflamed labia. I then wash the hairbrush in the sink, and notice several pubic hairs in the bristles. I pull them out and wash the brush again.
I shower and head back to my bedroom to get dressed. I pull a pair of my plain white cotton panties up and as soon as the cotton touches my labia, I get a twinge of pain and I notice the panties are getting wet. I am still leaking. I run back to the bathroom and grab a pad and put it into another pair of my plain white cotton panties and toss this pair into the laundry. I pull the panties up and feel confident the pad will help. Then I find the loosest pair of scrubs I can find and put them on. Even though I don’t have to work today, the scrubs are comfortable and wont rub on any tender places.
Then I start my day. First, I checked my phone. Nope, no missed calls. Dammit! I slip the phone into my pocket and head down the hall to Lala’s room. I open the door and with the sunlight I see that Lala kicked the covers off, her left leg is bent at the knee and her fingers are in her panties. My vagina twitches and I feel the pad getting wet.
I back out and silently close the door. I lean my head against the door and try to get the image out of my mind. I then straighten up and knock loudly and say ‘Baby girl, time to get up!’ and then I walk to the kitchen. I put water in the coffee maker and sit at the table.
Lala comes in to get a drink of water, and since she had just come from the bathroom, her panties aren’t tucked into her butt crack. ‘No!’ I think to myself, what the hell is wrong with me? Why am I looking at Lala’s cute tight little bottom?!
Lala heads to the shower and I try to distract myself by doing last night’s dishes. I sit my phone on the table so I can get to it quickly, but not drop it in the sink. I hope Sam calls soon, wait, am I sure I want Sam here? Lala finishes her shower, has gotten dressed and comes to the kitchen. I’m standing there, staring out the window but not seeing anything, except the images of Sam, and her naked body.
‘Mommy, what are you looking at?’, Lala asks. I turn and she is looking up at me with those sexy green eyes. She is wearing a cute little ‘My Little Pony’ t-shirt that is probably too small for her, and I notice that my baby is growing breasts. Why hadn’t I noticed this before? Wait?! Why am I thinking about Lalas firm little breasts and her pointed nipples?
‘I’m sorry baby girl, I was just hoping to hear from Sam today. I start the night shift tomorrow night and I don’t want you to be here by yourself.’
‘I like Sam, she’s smart and so pretty! And she said that I am a beautiful young lady!’
‘Yes, baby girl, I think I like her too. She is different tho, and a bit wild.’
Lala gives me a hug and presses her face into my breasts. I instantly feel my nipples get hard! Lala notices and asks, ‘Mommy why did your nipple get hard? I could feel it poke my cheek!’
‘Oh baby, I’m sorry, it’s just that I love you so much and your hugs make me happy!’
Lala smiles that heart melting smile and presses her face against my breast again. I give a little shudder and feel my vagina getting wet again. Oh my goodness, what is happening to me?! Lala lets go of me and grabs a cereal bowl and a box of cereal and sits at the table. I sigh, then grab the milk for Lala’s cereal.
I finish the dishes after Lala finishes her breakfast. She goes to watch TV, and I sit down and drink a cup of coffee. I again check my phone, still nothing. I wipe off the kitchen table, then open the laundry room doors and start the washer filling. I go to my room, grab the few things in my laundry basket, and there are those panties, still damn from this morning.
I grab the basket from Lala’s room and drop my stuff on top and carry the basket to the kitchen. I start sorting items, colors can wait, I’ll wash the whites first. Then I find Lala’s panties . . . they are damp. And I smell them. Smells like the lavender bath soap Lala likes, and a little like urine. Then I licked them. And licked them again. ‘No!’ stop this craziness! Get ahold of yourself MaryBeth, you’re losing your mind!
Then my phone rings and scares the hell out of me. I grab it before the second ring and say hello.
‘Good girl, you answered right away! Very good!’ said Sam.
I felt myself blushing! I stammer a bit then ask, ‘Will you be our babysitter Sam?’
‘MaryBeth, calm down girl, yes, I will take the job, at the extra $50 a week, starting tomorrow, right?’
‘Oh thank you Sam, such a relief. I don’t think I would have been able to find someone if you hadn’t said yes! And yes, tomorrow, I work 6 PM to 6 AM, Tuesday through Friday nights.’ Why was I suddenly so aroused? ‘What time do you think you will be here Sam?’
‘Oh, I think I can be there around five. That will give us time to help you get dressed for work.’
Help dressing for work? What is she talking about?
‘Okay, and thank you again so much Sam!’, I wonder why are my nipples hard?
‘Okay, tell Lala I’ll see my baby girl tomorrow at 5 and I have all sorts of fun and exciting things planned for her.’
‘Okay Sam, thank you, I’ll tell her.’ Why did that scare me so much?
We hang up, and I have to sit down. My head is spinning, my legs are weak, and my vagina is throbbing!
‘Baby girl, Sam just called, she will be here tomorrow around 5. She’s looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.’
Lala runs in and gives me a big hug, and again I feel her face pressing into my breasts and my nipples get even harder. ‘I’m so happy mommy, I like Sam. I hope it will be fun!’
The rest of the day flies by. Lala and I go get groceries, lots of snack foods and stuff I wouldn’t normally let Lala eat, but I want her and Sam to be happy and have plenty to snack on. I stop by my bank and get a debit card for Sam. I initially planned on putting two hundred dollars on it, but at the last minute, I up it to five hundred dollars. Lala and I put away all of the groceries, I don’t think my fridge has ever been that full!
We relax and watch TV for a bit, then Lala changes for bed. She comes back and lays on the couch, putting her head in my lap. I start caressing her beautiful red hair. She’s wearing her normal bedtime clothes, a t-shirt and panties. Those cute little girl panties, covering her cute little bottom. That sexy cute little girl bottom. I sigh deeply, and blush as I feel guilty for admiring my baby girl’s bottom.
Lala is soon asleep, breathing deeply and regularly. I watch as her chest expands and her little girl breasts rise and fall. ‘Dammit MaryBeth, what the hell is wrong with you!’, I think to myself.
I pick Lala up and carry her to bed. And my hand is holding her bottom, her cute little panty covered bottom. I feel myself getting wet again. I lay her gently on the bed, move a strand of hair from her face, and admire her beauty. Then I cover her up, turn off the light and close the door.
I step into my room and grab my laptop, then head to the kitchen and my bottle of wine. This time I sit on the other side of the table so that I can see if Lala gets up. I open the laptop and the page refreshes, showing Sams onlyfans page again. I take a big gulp of wine and click on another link.
Sam is with another beautiful young girl, and she is wearing a dog collar and leash, and has her face buried between Sams legs. ‘Eat my cunt, bitch! Just imagine that I am your mother!’. The girl moans and starts licking Sams vagina faster. Ohhhh damn! My mind replaces this young girl with Lala, and I see Lala licking Sams vagina! The shudders start between my legs, expanding outward, my nipples scream out for attention. Another big gulp of wine!
I close the laptop and catch my breath. I finish the glass of wine then pour another. I step to the bathroom, grab a washcloth and wash my face with cold water. The Cold water runs down my arms and drips from the washcloth, soaking my shirt and bra, and my nipples get even harder, so hard that they ache. I take off my shirt, remove my bra and caress my breasts, pinching and pulling on my nipples. My vagina is on fire, and I feel the pad getting soaked.
I take off my scrubs bottoms, pull my panties down and replace the pad. I then put my shirt back on, the cold wet cloth sending shocks and tingles through my entire body. I close my eyes, grab both breasts and squeeze! My mind plays back the video, Lala licking Sams vagina, calling her Mommy, telling her she wants to eat Mommy’s cunt! My cunt! I have the first orgasm of the evening, my body shudders and shakes, I grab the sink for support.
Heading back to the kitchen, I stop by Lala’s room, listening at the door, silence. I quietly open the door and there is my baby girl, sound asleep, her little breasts rising and falling with her breathing. I get a cold chill, and feel my nipples hardening again, pushing against the cold wet cloth. Would she? Would Lala want to lick my vagina?
I step back and gently close the door. I turned and leaned back against the wall. I calm myself a bit, and head back to the kitchen and the laptop and videos of Sam and her girlfriends. I sit, open the laptop and click on the next video.
The video starts with several naked girls in a locker room and tied on her back on a bench is their Math teacher. One of the girls straddles Ms Johnson’s face and says ‘Hope your thirsty Ms. Johnson!’ and starts peeing on her teachers face. Ms. Johnson tries to move her head so that the girl pees in her mouth, but the girl keeps moving, peeing all over her face and hair. The girls then gather Ms. Johnsons clothing, telling her that her clothes will be sitting on her desk in her room. They untie her, leaving her naked, covered with urine and they leave the room. The video ends with Ms. Johnson licking the urine from the bench and floor.
The next video shows Sam, fully clothed and shoving a rather large dildo into an older woman’s vagina. The woman begs Sam for permission to cum, ‘Please Mistress, please allow this worthless slut to cum! Please Mistress!’ Sam laughs demonically and pulls the dildo out of the woman’s vagina. ‘Not today slut! Go home and beg your worthless asshole husband to fuck your worthless cunt!” The woman sobs hysterically and says ‘Yes Mistress, I will beg my husband to fuck my slut cunt!’
I reach for my hairbrush and slide the handle into my vagina, and it slides in so easily. I get a notification that Sam has posted a new video. This video is Sam, just laying back against a pile of pillow. She is talking to the camera, ‘You want to lick my pussy, don’t you?’ and she rubs her hairless vagina, ‘You want to serve me, don’t you, you worthless cunt licker?’ I feel myself nodding yes. My hand pushes the hairbrush deeper into my vagina. Several minutes of Sam playing with her clitoris and vagina. The camera focuses on Sams face as she appears to have an orgasm. She smiles and I swear as the video ended, I thought I heard Sam say ‘See you soon MaryBeth’
I feel more of the brush entering deeply into my vagina. My orgasm causes my vagina to clench tightly on the hairbrush, and my hand pushes more of the brush into me. I feel the coarse bristles scraping the inside of my vagina. Hard shudders rack my body, my left hand grabs my right breast, pinching and pulling on my nipple. The hairbrush claws deeper into my vagina, and the electric shocks radiate through my body. I am fucking myself with my hairbrush, fucking my worthless cunt, bringing myself to a spectacular orgasm. My back arches, and eyes roll back, I tense up tight, body shaking and shivering, then I collapse onto the bed.
Then the flood of guilt washes over me. I cry as I pull the hairbrush out, the bristles roughly scratching my insides. The tears flow freely, and I am sobbing uncontrollably. I throw the hairbrush across the room, slam the laptop shut and shove it off the bed. My vagina feels like it has been sanded with coarse sandpaper. I pull the covers up under my chin and cry myself to sleep.
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