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Sexual Slave

When I was young I was government poor, inside and in love learning sex from a whore. She said that all I'll ever need is what she has, I will someday see. I'll crave it like hunger, and when hungry you eat, If there's no food at home, there's food on the street. She feed me a lot and a lot I did eat, at eleven years old this meal in my sheets. She started this life of hunger I crave, she taught me to feed in so many ways. She even showed when she couldn't help, ways of feeding my hunger all by myself. I'm always hungry and I always crave, pleasures my master. I'm a sexual slave...

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