Ever wonder if serial killers are born or nurtured? I've thought about it and for sure I am what I am just because, but it's been helped along by a s...ries of cunt sluts all of my life, starting with my mother who dumped me right after birth. At least my dad made sure I had nannies and I actually learned a lot from him about how to treat sluts, but more about that later.I think I may have worshipped my first nanny but she left when I was six, she abandoned me too. I remember her big tits and. Stunned and confused, I attempted to turn andwalk away. He reached out and grabbed the back of my dress just behind the right shoulder. he yanked me backtoward him and I heard the fabric of my dress give way. As if he hadn't done enough damage to the dress he gave an extrayank and the entire top of the dress began to shread. The fabric now barely hung from my left shoulder and my entire back was now exsposed. "Julian, My God what are you doing?" I shouted.With that he spun me around to face him. I lit a cigarette andmarvelled at the lipstick mark on the butt and the mark on the rim of theglass. Stirring myself I started completing the paperwork that I had onmy desk , see it was not all lies, I did have some work to do!Around half an hour later and all the paperwork complete, I started on mybusiness calls. If they could only see me know relaxing back in my swivelchair, cigarette in hand half empty wine glass on the desk and tightskirt and high heels, talking business like some power. If Kiwi decides to spank you, then you will do the same for him,” my mom clarified.“Three Ma’am, thank you for reminding me of my place!” Honey answered.My mom’s next question was why was she supposed to thank her for hitting her. Mom’s swats were making Honey’s big tits jiggle. Buddy and Lewis stopped playing and watched a bit, but their short attention span wouldn’t keep them watching for long.“Four Ma’am, Thank you. I show my appreciation for you taking the time out of your day to beat me.