What makes you think that you can trust the babysitter phone sex whore you hired? Did she come with lots of references that you contacted or did you just hire her on the spot simply because she’s a hot piece of ass? You know I know the answer to that question. I gave you fake names and numbers, there’s no way you did your due diligence when you hired me. Why would you entrust your most prized possessions in the world with a complete and total stranger? Not smart, Mister.
I can’t tell you how many parents have irresponsibly let me into their homes and hired me to care for their crotch goblins. I’ve been duping dumbass moms and dads for years, I know how to seduce any man or woman into trusting me. It’s not my fault neither of you called any of my non-existent former employers to research my fabricated work history. Was it my pouty lips and come fuck me eyes that did it? It’s okay, no one can resist my feminine wiles, even other females. It’s how I get away with a lot of shit, actually.
Remember the first night I came over to babysit your brood and you and your wife came home super drunk? She went into the bedroom and passed out and I jerked you off in the living room while your little ones slept on the floor and couch around us. Remember that? That’s when I knew I could do whatever I wanted with you and you’d never say a word. Well, guess what. That very night, after you fell asleep right there where I made you blow your load, I went into your bedroom and ate your wife’s creamy cunt until she came all over my face. Bet you didn’t know that. Eating her box better than you ever could put her in my pocket, too. I’ve played the both of you like a fiddle this entire time.
Now, is it my fault that you two fuck pigs came home from a drunken night out to find that the your sweet little son and darling daughter are nowhere to be found? Where’s the dangerously beautiful babysitter who, in retrospect, you know nothing about? Who the hell was this “Tiffany” and who did she say she worked for, again? What will you tell the police? Are you going to mention all of the times we fucked in secret to them so they can put it in their reports? Lucky for you, your tots are just gone, though you’ll never track them down. You could’ve come home to find them in a cold and grimy heap on the blood soaked floor. Good luck getting that image out of your head. I did you a favor and, hopefully, taught you a kidnapping phone sex lesson about responsibility.
Every holiday season is a horror show around my house, daddy coming home drunk almost every night, my brother and his friends constantly letting their customers in and out of the house at all hours. You have to understand that because my mother died around Christmas, my father is always dreading this time and because I look like my mom, I get beat really brutally every year. I’m lucky if I don’t end up in the hospital on the day after Christmas, daddy usually likes to fuck me hard and break some bones too. I know he has something up his evil sleeve, I’m so terrified of what could happen this year, all I want for Christmas is to keep my holes from gaping!
