The Things I Do For My Little Brats

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Fucking CPS! People need to learn to mind their own God damned business!  I get a call from them last evening.  Saying they have had some calls concerning my brats.  That they would be coming to the house, and since there was a worker in the area could they come in two hours.  Two Hours?!?!  I couldn’t say no because that would look like I was guilty of something.  I tell them okay, I get the little shits cleaned up, the apartment as clean as possible and get a shower.  

Now my brats know not to say a word about what they do for their Mommy.  It helps that they are scared of me, because I will wreck them if they ever said a word and they know it.  We are watching TV, when I hear the knock.  I look around a little bit then open the door.  He comes in.  This man looks like a douche.  As soon as he walks in he wrinkles his nose up like the place stank or something, which it doesn’t.  I make sure the house is always pretty clean, just in case something like this happens.  I can’t say anything to him because I have to be “nice”.  

We begin talking, he takes each one of them aside to speak with them.  I pretend I’m not listening, but I am.  Every thing runs smoothly, until he asks if he can check all the rooms.  I said sure because I had just straightened up, so I know it all looked fine.  This Bastard, however, decides to look under beds, in closets, in cupboards, the fridge, then he looked in the oven.  Who the fuck looks in an oven?! This shit head, that’s who.  I had put my gear in there, all of it.  He called me into the kitchen, he is leaning up against the counter and says, “Would you care to tell me about what is in the oven?” I couldn’t say it wasn’t mine, it isn’t like some random person would just leave their whole kit in your stove.  

All these things were running through my head. Like: What if he takes them? What if I can get free “medicine” anymore? What if no dealer will deal with me anymore? What if the brats can’t do their duties for me? At this point I did the only thing I could think to do.  Drop to my knees and grab for his dick.  He jumped at first.  I held on though.  I started to fake cry telling him that I couldn’t lose my sweet little ones, they were my world, I would die without them, blah, blah, blah.  The whole time rubbing his cock through his cheap ass slacks. 

He took full advantage, for a douche he had a pretty okay cock.  I sucked his dick like my life depended on it!  I even pretended to gag on it.  Which made him cum faster.  He shot that load right down my throat, and I swallowed every fucking bit of it.  He left and let me keep the fuck dolls.  As soon as he left I grabbed my gear because after that I really really needed it!

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