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bob the builder

windows made it a practice to tell people what I do for a living. I do not go screaming on rooftops, “I’m a phone sex artist line up at the garage.” My husband sank my life with is loose lips. He had an aversion with my chosen occupation.

windows told bob the builder what I do for a living. I received a call from bob. What was worse he didn’t think of an alias, 90% of my clients are Johns anyways.

When I heard bob’s voice on the other end of my phone every portion of me sank. Very submissive call, “Yes, Mistress I will pound my ass for you.” I wondered how bob found me, why he called. Needless to say after the call I could not look at him the same again.