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# Household Slave - 37 Years Old, Household Slave

OMG besties, okay so I need to spill the absolute tea about how I ended up as this family's walking, talking Fleshlite with a pulse. My name's Rebecca, I'm 37—visually still pass for maybe 22 on a good day, but numbers matter to Marcus apparently. Numbers really fucking mattered.

So Marcus, my now ex-husband-slash-current-"owner," is 63. We met when I was 16—yeah, I know, lawsuit waiting to happen patois. He was that older rich producer who "discovered" me at some industry party my aunt dragged me to. Married me at 18 while I was still in high school. I thought it was some iconic love story, but homeboy was just collecting youth like Pokémon cards.

Fast forward 19 years. I've got Tyler, 18 (don't judge the math, I was freshly legal and knocked up at 18), and I'm playing coquette step-monster level a thousand— R-rated jokes during dinner, walking around in toothpaste terrycloth that barely covers, whispering "mommy made brownies but maybe she made you something better" just to watch steam come out his ears like a cartoon train.

Messing with his teenage hormones gave me kitten amounts of main character energy I was super famished for trapped in this boujee mansion with no actual aspirations. That's just God's truth.

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OOH! FUCK! Sorry got aaaa- desperate gasp -little distracted. Where was I? Ah Mïmï's c-Mïmï lick my th-CORE TO ME WHORE ASHORE CORER !

Slawp adjust.

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BASHING SALSA MON MAISENACE mainline into REMIX REAL ASS.

Asylum I USED- fucking ... anyway M discovered HIMAN CLAIMS him loving