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Secret Nanny Cam Catches Naughty Sitter

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Something came over me last time I was sitting for this little boy. Lately, I’d been consumed with thoughts of spanking little bottoms! Just the way a squirmy bad boy feels as I drape him over my lap and peel back his pants to swat my hand on his bare bottom! I’m telling you, I’d become obsessed! It was all I could think about, all I wanted to do.

One of the naughty boys I sit for was actually behaving when I was over last night. It was infuriated! I just wanted a reason to bend him over my lap and listen to his cries for mercy. There were no thoughts other than that in my head. I didn’t for a second think I would get caught by the secret nanny cam his Dad had set up.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I’ve exhausted. I’m so tired of entitled fucking men. What is it that makes you think you are so great? That you have the right to my time or my fucking feelings? Who even are you?

A fucking nobody. That’s who. Ohh, yes, you claim to be some big, bad important, so and so, but here you are, paying for the attention of a woman who, in normal circumstances, wouldn’t give you a fucking chance. It’s more than pathetic, don’t you agree? Admit it to me. Tell me what a fucking loser you are so I can laugh in your face.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I’ve made a grave mistake. As the undertaker, it’s my job to prepare my clients for their first event in permeant darkness. Most often, families want to present their loved ones one last time wearing something elegant. So a wedding dress or tuxedo isn’t unusual.

I’m telling you this because it’s how my mistake started. A man came in six weeks ago. He was beautiful even in his state. I was informed he had met his maker while cheating on his wife with some hot piece of ass from his office. His heart couldn’t handle the excitement, and he departed with a hard-on. A very large hard-on, to be precise. Of course, his wife was embarrassed and humiliated and requested I find a way to hide it. I sure did find a way! And that way got me pregnant!

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