“Do your girls like piss play?” is what the text said. I have to say it took me a little bit off guard since I have no clue who the hell the text was from. I immediately asked the girls if they were talking to anybody about our special family time activities. They all said no. I decided that I would just ignore the text, pretend I never received it. Better safe than sorry. Then at around three in the morning a bunch of texts came in asking the same question. I really did start to freak out, I was thinking someone was fucking about and new things which could get me into a shit load of trouble.
I texted back, “No. Leave me alone.” The next text was a sorry for bothering me, then I never did get another one. Problems adverted. I thought all was well and I actually forgot about it. That is until my dealer came banging on my door. He wasn’t happy, he was clearly angry and I had no idea why. He had come to my house one other time, when I had ripped him off and he took his anger out by beating the fuck out of me.
He was mad because he had told one of his good friends about me and my girls. He gave his friend my number, that is who had been texting me. He said that now his friend thought he was just full of shit. How the hell was I supposed to know who that is who it was. He told me to get on my phone and text back that yes my girls did play like that, and he was going to wait until we could all get ready then take us there himself. He calmed down after a bit but I have to admit I was scared for a little while because he is a huge man, and strong.
We got dropped off, ushered inside to a room where there was plastic all over the floor. My girls and I were told to strip. As we were doing so I saw my Dealer taking money from his “friend”, that bastard was pimping us out! If he would of told me that I would of been okay, but he didn’t, plus he wasn’t sharing that shit. Now it was my turn to get mad, I wanted to leave but before I could say one word my little girl was being pissed on in the corner of the room. One by one a shower of piss was sprayed on my girls and I. We were soaked! In between the piss play there was fucking. When the party was over we were not even showered before we were kicked out onto the street. We made our way home. I was fuming at what had happened about that money, but when I got to our door there was a package. I sent the girls to get their bath, I took the package into my bedroom and opened it. It was full of all the yummy shit I love, and a few bills. As I was getting in the shower the anger had gone completely away because I was wasted and I just didn’t care any more.
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