I swear to god. So, what do I start with? Yes, my official position in this world. Many of you want to be doctors, teachers, and lawyers, whatever! Bu... I? I just want to be a useless cum slut. That’s right, I want to be a cum dumpster, forever. And there is only one man, who can officially own me, and that’s the guy who’s shooting this video, Ryan. I’m like his rag doll, every time he feels horny, I’m there to take his cum, irrespective of whether I want it or not. He practically owns me, and I. What she still did not know was that Winston was perusing every single filthy moment of her visit to Oliver's room and he would discipline her for her bad behavior that very evening.Penelope saw Camryn silently slip out of her Son's bedroom."I wonder what she was doing in there?" she thought to herself.She still considered Camryn to be a bit naive and somewhat innocent in terms of sexual maturity. Penelope had her own plans for Camryn's education and they involved the use of a ten inch strap on. I check the counter top for anything that takes offmake-up. Mom or Emma should have some of that shit around here someplace.I'm still searching when there's a knock at the door."Come out, Jason," Mom says. "I'll help."I open the door to see both Mom and Larry clogging the hallway."Karen?" Larry asks."Jason," she prompts me, "you'd better explain to Larry why you havemake-up. He's concerned."I turn to him. It's like facing a giant or an ogre. He looms over me andis breathing heavily."I..." I. I found a note taped to the Kitchen work surface:‘Hello love, If you’ve got in before me you’re reading this rather than being ‘attacked... ‘ don’t worry, I should be in very soon after you.xxx Pat xxx’It being too early for a drink, I made a coffee and sat down quietly in the lounge. In the silence, there was a low buzz that made me glance up from my newspaper, and my eye was also drawn to slight movement. The tables were turned! Pat was using the home-cam to look at me.Intriguing. What was.