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Background info: Hi, I'm Kim (called Kimmy sometimes)! I am twenty-one and about five foot two and weigh about one hundred and ten pounds. I have long blonde hair and I am a sex slave. I cautiously walked up the driveway and rang the doorbell. A tall woman in her mid-forties answered. *quot;Hello, dear! You must be, Kim?*quot; *quot;Yep. I am.*quot; *quot;Well come on in. Paul! Come get Kim's bags!*quot; A tall, grey haired man came strolling in. He was good looking and a bit older than the woman, maybe fifty. They settled me into my room and told me to meet them downstairs in the living room in almanbahis ten. I unpacked and quickly brushed my teeth and ran a hand through my hair. Bounding downstairs, I was excited to start my job and make some money finally. The woman motioned for me to sit opposite them. And I sat down quickly. *quot;Kim, I am Paul. And this is my wife, Lori. Thank you for accepting this job so quickly. We need you to sign this contract for a year and agree to our terms and conditions.*quot; *quot;Okay...*quot; I hesitated. Terms and conditions? Oh well, how bad could a middle aged couple be? almanbahis yeni giriş I figured whatever it was, was worth the money they were paying me to do this. I quickly signed it and sat back. *quot;So when do we begin?*quot; *quot;Right away.*quot; He smiled, placing the contract in a locked filing cabinet. *quot;Now, seeing as you didn't read the contract...one term was that you must call me Daddy and Mommy will be Lori.*quot; *quot;Oh, okay, Daddy.*quot; Lori looked expectantly at me, I hadn't noticed she had left the room. *quot;All your new clothes are upstairs. Please go change into something almanbahis giriş more...job appropriate.*quot; I walked slowly upstairs, unsure how I felt about wearing skimpy clothes. To my surprise I found something much different. Kid clothes. Lori had taken the time to lay out an example. A short yellow dress with hearts, stockings, underwear with flowers, and a pair of Mary-Janes. Eager to please, I even put my hair in ponytails. Excited by this idea, I hurried downstairs for dinner. The two smiled at my entrance. Lori put her arms out for a hug. Told by Paul to act as a kid, I ran into her arms. She picked me up and put me in a booster seat of sorts. This was strange, but it was all so exciting. Lori served dinner. And we sat down to eat. After dinner, Lori began dishes and Paul sat with me at the table.