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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Monday, February 06, 2017

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story_codes: MF/g(3), first, oral, anal, toys, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: Born to a mother who was impregnated as a preteen and then raised in a brothel, Gemma seemed destined for something more than a mundane childhood. And destiny arrives as she stars in her first sex show before she's old enough for kindergarten.



story_language: English





Gemma Joins the Trade

Written by madvlad


	For Bobbi, it began when she was five. Lance Grayson was an important investor for her father's business ventures. And if her parents suspected where Mr. Grayson's fingers wandered during the times he had the girl to himself, well, she was benefiting, too, from her father's success.

	When she was eight, it was easier for her parents to be disappointed in her childish behavior when she came home in tears and with bloodstains among the sticky residue on her panties. Through their displeasure, they made it plain that any trouble she might have gotten into was likely of her own doing and she should be grateful for those who help maintain the family's very comfortable lifestyle. After all, her older brother and sister didn't mind.

	At twelve, Bobbi had another complication and it was slowly growing inside of her. Her parents had no tolerance for wild accusations from her and had made arrangements for Bobbi's problem to be dealt with discreetly.

	For reasons Bobbi was at a loss to explain even to herself, she suddenly grew very protective of the life inside of her. It didn't matter who the father was because now it was hers. And hers to protect. For over seven years, Bobbi had no one to protect her but now she was fiercely determined to preserve this precious burden.

	One bus ticket later, she was on her own in a big city with no idea of what to do next. She had to eat and another gift that Mr. Grayson had left her was the knowledge of how to earn some money. And there were plenty eager to partake of her barely ripening body. Other working women were on guard for anyone encroaching on their territory but it her salvation in finding work came through Amazing Grace.

	With a big bust and even bigger blonde hair, Grace, or "Amazing Grace" as she preferred to be known, had her own block. Taking an instant liking to the girl, Grace took her under her wing. Bobbi thought there was something odd about Grace but never mentioned anything for fear of losing her only friend.

	One afternoon, Grace was having Bobbi try on some new skimpy outfits purchased from a dance catalog. Bobbi remembered her mother commenting to her friends about some of the highly questionable music, costumes, and dance routines that little girls were doing in competition. There had been a news story about it and her mother made it clear of what she thought of the morals of those girls. As her mother's friends righteously agreed, Bobbi wondered where the line between suggestive dancing and pimping a daughter came to play. She had been tempted to ask her mother in front of her friends but had lacked the nerve at the time.

	As Bobbi tugged the waistband of the micro skirt into place, she fretted about the tightness.

	"Oh Honey, you're starting to show and there's nothing that can be done about it," Grace sighed. "You must be in your second trimester. We should really get you to a clinic."

	"No! They'll ask question and they'll know I'm too young," Bobbi protested. "Do you think I could pass for eighteen?"

	"No, Darling - although I certainly wish I could," Grace replied with a dramatic wave of her hand.

	"Grace, have you ever been pregnant?"

	Grace stared at Bobbi in disbelief before bursting into laughter.

	"Oh Honey, that's the nicest thing you could ever say," she wheezed. "But I'm not built that way."

	"Huh?"

	Grace stopped laughing and looked at the girl. For all of her knowledge about sex, she was still very unworldly.

	"Child," Grace said gently. "I've got a completely different package in my payload. The bitches two blocks down don't want any tranny on their turf so we set our borders. You've added some interesting variety in my area, for sure. But maybe it's time get you to someplace..."

	"What?" Bobbi asked, suddenly afraid that Grace was going to turn her in.

	"Nothing," Grace answered quickly. "Say, I think I have a nice date for you. She's a bit on the kinky side, but she knows how to treat a gal - even this one."

	"She?" Bobbi gulped. "A woman?"

	"And how!" Grace gushed. "Don't worry if you don't know how to go dyke, Darling - she'll show you the ropes. Hell, she'll probably bring some ropes - among other things."

	That evening, a limo swept up the curb and a driver stepped around to open the door for Bobbi. Inside was a very tall woman with her long red hair pulled back in a severe ponytail. Her long coat looked expensive as did the knee-length black leather boots with stiletto heels. The woman coolly appraised the twelve year-old with green eyes set above her high cheekbones.

	"She'll do," she announced.

	"Well, get in," Grace said to Bobbi.

	The woman patted the seat next to her, one corner of her mouth quirking up in amusement at the girl's nervousness.

	"Come on," she said. "I don't bite - much. And I do like to ride in style"

	"And she likes to ride others in style, too," Grace added.

	"Don't be a bitch, Grace" the woman scolded.

	"But that's what you like about me," Grace retorted.

	"True," she acknowledged as Grace waved and walked on.

	"So, you're the knocked up little girl who ran away from home," the woman said as the limo drove away. "Do you have a name?"

	"Bobbi," the girl replied meekly.

	The woman gave her a smile like that of a cat finding a small bit of prey.

	"You sound so helpless. I like helpless girls so I'm sure we'll get along just fabulously. My name is Scarlett. I'm part owner in a business and I can put you up there. That's where I live and that's where my employees live. You'll get medical attention and regular meals and boarding and absolute security. And in return..."

	Scarlett placed a hand on Bobbi's bare knee and squeezed. Then she slid her hand up the preteen's thigh, her fingers gripping harder as she went.

	They exited the limo in front of a small apartment building downtown. Inside was a comfortably appointed lobby where the receptionist and a man in a suit who seemed like security nodded at Scarlett in respect. Of the scantily clad girl with her they gave no look of surprise.

	Bobbi walked quickly, nervous that these two might somehow notice how wet she was between her legs. With just one fingernail, Scarlett had exquisitely teased Bobbi mercilessly in the car, arousing her and setting her on the edge of climax but not allowing her release. They entered an elevator and Bobbi exhaled with relief as the doors closed. Scarlett pressed the button for the top floor and but the elevator only started to move once she also pressed her thumb to a small circle of glass.

	"Security," Scarlett explained. "The top floor is mine."

	"So you own the apartments?" Bobbi asked, trying to make conversation.

	"They're not apartments," Scarlett answered. "Not entirely. Some are where my employees reside but the rest are for work and play, including some very specialized rooms."

	"For what?"

	"It's a brothel," Scarlett explained, amused at how little the girl knew of things. "It will be a large step up from walking the streets. Ah, here we are."

	The doors opened to a living room with furniture of chrome metal and black leather. Carefully arranged on a low table were some coils of black cords and other devices that made no sense to Bobbi. Feeling her nerves acting up again, she made a confession.

	"I don't know if Grace told you, but I've never done stuff with a lady before."

	Behind her, Scarlett's three thousand dollar coat crumpled to the floor and was left there like common refuse.

	"I prefer it that way," Scarlett purred. "That way I get to train you properly the first time."

	The woman walked in front of Bobbi, wearing a tight black leather corset that matched her boots.  She picked up one of the coiled ropes and fingered one end thoughtfully.

	"Now, let's begin."

	Although she was given a room of her own, Bobbi spent much of her time over the next few months as a plaything in Scarlett's penthouse wearing little more than bondage equipment as Scarlett initiated the twelve year-old into lesbian sex. The light down on Bobbi's pussy was even harder to see as it was often soaked and plastered against her skin from her exertions and arousals.

	True to her word, Scarlett had a doctor regularly come in to check on the girl and the progression of her pregnancy. The doctor, a woman who was apparently on call with the brothel, was careful and friendly with her young patient and finally cautioned Scarlett on inserting any toys in Bobbi's snatch for fear of injuring the baby. Scarlett compensated with more concentration on Bobbi's ass.

	In celebration of Bobbi's thirteenth birthday, Scarlett had one of the other women video them together. Bobbi was on her hands and knees with black ropes cross-crossed all over her body, accentuating her swollen belly and making her little breasts bulge between them. Scarlett knelt behind her, driving a strap-on dildo into the girl's throbbing rectum.

	The action was getting heavy as both the woman and the girl were getting close to climax. Scarlett leaned over and clutched the young teen's titties as she wrenched the dildo in and out of her clinging ass. Something warm smeared onto her palms and Scarlett was quite bemused to find milk from the underage mother-to-be.

	Nearly doubling her force as she sodomized Bobbi, Scarlett worked two fingers on the girl's cunt until Bobbi came with a loud series of grunts. Then Scarlett rolled the panting thirteen year-old onto her back.

	"Time to milk the cow," Scarlett announced and proceeded to suck Bobbi's little milk sacs dry.

	Once she had drained the girl's meager supply, Scarlett jammed a tongue into Bobbi's mouth to give her a taste of her own product. Following that was a taste of Scarlett's twat as she sat on Bobbi's face while the girl orally brought her off.

	Shortly thereafter, the doctor urged a C-section delivery due to Bobbi's small size. Follow-up plastic surgery could erase the scar and Scarlett gave her consent. Bobbi was terribly nervous but was faithfully accompanied by one of the other working women there, Raquel.

	Raquel was twenty-three and had also given birth after joining Scarlett's stable. Like Bobbi, she had been alone and pregnant when Scarlett took her in, although she was a couple of years older than Bobbi had been. It was with Raquel that Scarlett discovered her kink (one of so many) with young pregnant sex partners.

	Raquel's daughter, Marcie, lived with her mother at the brothel but attended a private school by day. Scarlett rather enjoyed the sight of the little girl in her proper school uniform coming home to a whore-filled sex palace every day.

	Despite her fears, Bobbi's delivery went very well and hours later she was sitting in bed nursing her newborn. Raquel was with her and several of the other women and girls came by to exclaim over the baby girl. Learning from when Marcie was a baby, Raquel assured Bobbi that she would have plenty of help minding her child, whether she wanted it or not.

	"She is such a little gem," Raquel said as she watched the infant wave a tiny hand as it adapted to this strange new existence outside of the womb.

	"She is," Bobbi murmured. "I think I'll call her Gemma."

	"That's a beautiful name," Raquel replied.

	The gentle mood was broken when Scarlett entered the room.

	"All that fuss over that little thing," Scarlett noted, shaking her head.

	"She's getting sleepy," said Bobbi. "Would you like to hold her?"

	Scarlett made a face and took a step backward - the first time she had shown any squeamishness about anything.

	"Eww! No. I am definitely not into motherhood. Just mother-fucking."

	Then recovering her normal demeanor, she looked at Bobbi and sniffed, noting the lack of big belly.

	"You were much more interesting when you were knocked up."

	"That's her way of saying congratulations," Raquel joked.

	Despite her rough persona, Scarlett did look after "her girls" and received unbending loyalty from those who worked for her. Her eyes filling with tears, Bobbi looked at the woman gratefully.

	"I can't thank you enough for everything you done," she said.

	Avoiding any show of the warmth threatening to break out, Scarlett snorted.

	"Don't worry; we'll just say you owe me something special."

	And with that, Scarlett walked out of the room.

	As Raquel had predicted, little Gemma had plenty of minders, whether Bobbi was with a client or not. And the tot also had frequent visits from her "Auntie Grace". However unorthodox her home life was, Bobbi was thankful that she and her daughter were here and not under her parents' roof. The only time she questioned this life was when Gemma was two.

	She saw Raquel whispering something to Marcie and then giving her a hard hug before the girl went upstairs with a man. Bobbi gaped at the sight of the ten year-old, her face pale and still in her school uniform as she disappeared with a man who was obviously about to be a client.

	"Raquel! How long has she been doing that?" Bobbi asked breathlessly.

	"Tonight's her first time although Scarlett's been telling her about a few things."

	"You're letting Scarlett do this?"

	Raquel gave Bobbi a sharp look.

	"What are we?" she asked and then answered before Bobbi could reply. "We're whores. People pay us for sex and Scarlett gets a cut for it - well worth it, too, if you remember working the streets."

	"But...but..." Bobbi protested.

	"But nothing. If we're going to be used, let's get something for it. By the time I was Marcie's age, I was already broken in by my pig of a stepfather who loaned me out to piggish friends. And what did I get for it? Pain and shame. What about you and that guy who raped you for all that time? And your parents who allowed it as long as they reaped the rewards?

	No, Marcie's going to know the value of her body and will only let anyone have it who wants to pay - or maybe someone she likes enough to give it away. But at least she controls it, just like we do. We can leave Scarlett's place any time we want, but for what? Working shit jobs for shit wages and having some married boss trying to get a piece of your ass? Hell no, save your money and leave in style when the time is right."

	Bobbi was stunned by ferocity in her friend's reaction. But there was truth to it.

	"I...I was just surprised. I wasn't trying to judge."

	Raquel softened a bit.

	"I know. Scarlett had asked about using Marcie years ago but I turned her down. She was cool - never pressured me. But now I wish I had. Scarlett would have seen to it that she enjoyed it - and got top dollar. You should think about it with Gemma."

	"Mommy, my nightie went oops."

	Bobbi had been cleaning up from her daughter's bath when she turned to look at her daughter. Gemma was three now and had been wearing "big girl" panties for nearly a year. At this moment, the tot was in a pair of Snow White undies that were still a little baggy on her but Bobbi knew she would grow into them in good time.

	Gemma pointed a tiny, accusing finger toward the tub. Sure enough, the nightgown was floating in the water. If Bobbi had asked, Gemma would have assured her that this was the nightgown's idea to go swimming. As her daughter stood there looking very serious, Bobbi tried not laugh. With her dark blonde hair tousled from getting towel-dried, Gemma looked just like an adorable little ragamuffin. 

	Bobbi fished the errant nightgown from the tub and wrung it out and then drained the water. Their small quarters only had a shower but Scarlett let Bobbi use a large bathtub with water jets in one of the rooms used by customers who liked to have fun in the water. More than once, Bobbi had experienced a flash of images of wet sex with customers while bathing her naked daughter in the same tub. She quickly tried to dismiss those thoughts but could not deny the reaction of her body.

	"Okay, kiddo. I'll get you a dry one in the apartment.  And remember, Nina is going to watch you tonight while Mommy is working."

	Nina was another working girl and was one of Gemma's favorite sitters. So Gemma happily trotted alongside her mother down the hall.

	As they neared the elevator, the doors slid open and Scarlett stepped out in dominatrix gear. Although she was the owner, she still liked to dabble in the trade - for a premium price of course. Usually, Scarlett pretty much ignored Gemma but stopped to gaze at the nearly nude toddler. Gemma returned the stare, not at all unnerved as Scarlett licked her upper lip. Without warning, Scarlett reached down and scooped the girl up.

	"What an adorable little bitch!" she cooed.

	Bobbi was startled by the display of what passed for affection from Scarlett. But the woman wasn't done as she slid her hand down the back of Gemma's panties and groped the preschooler's chubby little buttocks. Gemma, who always enjoyed cuddling, squirmed happily in the woman's grip as she was molested.

	"So tell me," Scarlett continued as she playfully bumped noses with Gemma. "Do you prefer your dildos ribbed or studded?"

	Gemma giggled at the funny lady who was making her bottom feel good. Scarlett went on fondling Gemma's delectable rump in plain view of the child's teen mother. Bobbi felt uncomfortable at first but couldn't help being a little turned on as she watched her daughter's modesty get violated.

	Turning to Bobbi, Scarlett said, "You still owe me for getting her safely born. I think it's time to pay up."

	"What are you going to..."

	"Do?" Scarlett said with a smirk, finishing Bobbi's sentence. "Oh, I'm going to do this little one up just right - in front of an audience with cameras. You're invited, of course. I think Mr. Stiles - he's booked you for tonight - would enjoy being with you as your baby girl gets broken in. I just wish we had started Marcie sooner. She looks so innocent in her school outfit but she's a real wildcat in bed now. You wouldn't want to deprive, um, what's-her-name here of a good time."

	"Gemma," Bobbi croaked. "Her name is Gemma."

	"Gemma," Scarlett asked the tyke. "Would you like Auntie Scarlett to make you a whore?"

	Gemma liked the nice lady with pretty hair and nodded.

	"Good," Scarlett replied. "I think your mommy wants me to make you a whore, too. I can tell by how she's rubbing her thighs together."

	Bobbi flushed as she realized what she was doing. Scarlett shot her a grin and licked her lips again before she walked off with Gemma. Bobbi could only stare as the woman continued to maul her baby girl's ass while discussing "practice".

	Stiles knew he was in for a fine night as he sat in the love seat with Bobbi. First, he had some prime teenage ass for the night. And before that action started, he'd get to be with her as she watched her daughter get introduced by Scarlett. Doing the math, he figured that Bobbi must have been fucking regularly when she was twelve - maybe even earlier if she had a kid when she was barely thirteen. Before tonight, he never knew she had a daughter - and he'd never have guessed from the condition of her supple body.

	The others in the room clapped politely as Scarlett led Gemma by the hand. Among other things that the woman might have done to her daughter, Bobbi saw that Scarlett had cut up Gemma's panties until the cloth in front didn't quite cover her puffy mons. The seat had been rendered intro thong that showed off Gemma's adorable little bubble buns.

	Scarlett sat on the edge of a bed facing the crowd and put Gemma on her knee. As she spoke to Gemma, she played with the bit of cloth in the girl's crotch, allowing glimpses of her smooth, pudgy quim. Gemma answered questions, pronouncing her mistress' name as "Aunt Scarrett".

	"Let's show everyone what a pretty girl you are," Scarlett suggested.

	And with that, she ripped the shredded remains of Gemma's panties off. Gemma looked surprised but not upset. And she didn't seem to mind when Scarlett spread her legs wide to display her bald cuntlet.

	Scarlett caressed the child's small thighs before putting an index finger on each of her tiny labia. She pulled them apart to display the glistening pinkness inside.

	"Gemma's a very wet little girl," Scarlett explained. "But she hasn't cum yet because Auntie Scarlett won't let her."

	Bobbi groaned quietly. She was quite familiar with how Scarlett loved to string her along so close to an orgasm.

	Two of the other prostitutes were filming with small video cameras - the footage of which would be made available later. Scarlett called out to Bobbi and promised her an autographed copy. Then she laid Gemma on the bed and leaned over her. Pulling the girl's legs over her shoulders, she proceeded to eat the preschooler's hairless twat. Gemma moaned and kicked her tiny feet as her innocent sex was dined upon.

	Bobbi silently begged Scarlett to finish the job, to let her sweet little baby girl have a good hard cum before an audience. But Scarlett was not so inclined. She sat up again and pulled Gemma's into her lap, opening her legs wide to show off the child's drooling snatch to everyone. Gemma whined in frustration, sensing that she was close to something although she didn't know what, She tried to use her hands to rub where she was aching and itching but Scarlett kept pushing them away..

	"I think cute baby girls should have their first orgasm while being fucked," Scarlett announced. "Don't you, Gemma?"

	Gemma murmured some complaint as Scarlett kept her hands from touching that special place between her legs. At last, Scarlett inserted a fingertip into Gemma's tender slit, making the girl mewl. Bobbi sat rigidly, caught in a maelstrom of dread and desire as her innocent little daughter was on the verge of being publicly deflowered.

	Scarlett pushed lightly against the child's hymen, drawing a puzzled look on Gemma's face at this new complication. Then the woman abruptly jammed her finger into the three year-old's virgin cuntlet, tearing through the membrane. Stunned, Gemma called out for Bobbi, whom she couldn't see through the bright lights trained on the bed from above the onlookers.

	"Mama? Mama?" she called in confusion with a tinge of panic in her voice.

	Bobbi wanted to rush the bed and sweep her daughter away from here, to run into the street and far away from here to...where? A firm but gentle hand settled on her arm and Bobbi turned to see Raquel there to calm her.

	Bobbi turned back to the stage just as Scarlett was withdrawing her finger. The red stains there signaled the end of Gemma's virginity. Scarlett pushed in again, making Gemma jerk, but the girl remained quiet aside from a low moan. Curling her finger slightly, Scarlett twisted her digit inside the preschooler's cunt and worked it back and forth in thrusts. Swampy sounds emerged from the tiny twatlet as the woman pressed and rubbed in there to accelerate the child's arousal.

	With her tiny body wracked with an urgent lust, Gemma succumbed, squealing weakly as her climax coursed through her. Scarlet pulled her finger out of the tight hole with a gurgling plop of broken suction, letting the fluids from the toddler's defloration and orgasm drain lewdly from her hairless slit.

	Bobbi leaned forward, clutching her hand to her crotch in sympathetic response to her little girl's first orgasm. Trying to focus through what seemed like waves of heat thrumming through her head, Bobbi was hungry to see more, her motherly instincts subverted by her carnal desires. And Scarlett did not disappoint.

	"Gemma's learned how to use her mouth like a good slut," Scarlett told the audience as she unfastened the ties on her black leather thong. "And she's going to show us."

	Scarlet lay back on the bed and pulled the girl on top of her so that Gemma's rear was toward Scarlett's head, her crotch butting up against her breasts, while Gemma's head was just above the woman's crotch. Placing her head against the back of Gemma's head, Scarlett lowered the tyke's face down. Gemma understood and began nuzzling and noisily lapping at Scarlett's waxed cunny.

	Scarlett closed her eyes for a minute, relishing the inexperienced but earnest oral work from the little girl. Then she took a tube of gel and dabbed some on a finger. Prying Gemma's tiny buns apart, she smeared her finger against the little opening and Gemma grunted as Scarlett tested the resiliency of her asshole.

	Next, Scarlett produced a very small butt plug, the kind that might be used as some kind of joke. But Scarlett was quite serious as she began to insert it into Gemma's unprotected rear, twisting it to help it bore into the child's.

	Gemma lifted her head, her eyes wide and her pink little mouth, shiny with Scarlett's fluids, forming an "O" as her virgin ass was penetrated. She began whining and writhing as the widest part of the plug was stretching her orifice. Then with a final push, the toy went in the toddler's anus snapped closed around the narrower portion above the base.

	Holding Gemma's head down with one hand, Scarlett churned the plug in the three year-old's bottom, making the girl grunt and squeal against her pussy.

	"Keep eating, bitch," Scarlett warned as she kept grinding the sex toy inside the preschooler's rectum.

	Gemma did as she was told, interspersing her noises with sucking and licking. When Scarlett came, she pushed hard against Gemma's head with her hand while thrusting her crotch against the girl to give her the full force of her climax. After Scarlett released her head, Gemma tilted her face back up. It was dripping as she breathed heavily.

	Motioning with her hand, Scarlett had her intended client for the night brought in. She charged a hefty premium for her services and once she had the man bound and teased, she had him willingly pay more for the surprises she had in store.

	The man was wheeled in on a dolly, masked and bound in a straightjacket like Hannibal Lecter in "The Silence of the Lambs". But he was naked below the waist and seeing the carnal display before him brought his nearly complete erection to full staff.

	"Look what Mr. Myerson has for you, Gemma!" Scarlett exclaimed. "Remember how we practiced with the dildo?"

	Gemma nodded, her eyes fixed on the man's penis. Scarlett lifted the girl and sat up before placing her on her feet on the carpet. The child waddled over, the base of the sex toy protruding between her dainty ass cheeks and her movements impaired by the hard rubber still stretching her tiny rectum.

	She grasped the base of the man's hard-on with her little hands and opened her mouth wide to take the entire glans into it. Gemma's plump lips were pulled taut around the meat and her tongue slithered over the thing filling her mouth. The movement of her cheek and lower jaw told everyone how hard she was sucking on the knob. Every so often, her suction would slip a little, producing a loud slurp while the toddler continued to suck her first cock.

	Unable to stand the little girl's warm and wet vacuum, the man exploded in her mouth. Startled, Gemma jerked her head back only to get splattered with white goo. When the crowd applauded, she turned to look at them. Her brown eyes were huge and her small, delicate facial features were soaked with shiny, womanly juices and thick man's jism.

	Scarlett was quite pleased as she made a prediction.

	"In a couple of years, she'll be the hottest little bitch in kindergarten."

	Stiles evidently thought that Gemma was plenty hot right now. Turning to Bobbi, he said, "We'll have to do a mother-daughter thing sometime soon."

	Feeling a little faint, Bobbi barely nodded while her crotch watered. Eager for some release right now, Stiles took her by the arm and led her back to their room.

	The next morning, Bobbi wrapped herself in a robe and headed toward Scarlett's room after Stiles had left. As she neared the door, Scarlett came out, holding the naked girl in one arm with her hand on the little rump.

	"There you are!" Scarlett said amiably. "Gemma has had a busy night."

	Bobbi looked at the sticky residue on her daughter's body that matched what she had seen on Gemma's face last night. When Scarlett handed Gemma to her, Bobbi gratefully took her little girl in her arms. Gemma rested her head against Bobbi's shoulder and contentedly sucked her thumb. Thinking about what else had been sucked in that tiny mouth made Bobbi grow hot between her legs despite her own exhaustion.

	As she turned to bring Gemma back to their apartment, Scarlett called out.

	"Wait, these are for Gemma."

	She handed Bobbi a clear plastic bag with two small, definitively-shaped objects in it. With her feline grin, Scarlett explained as she gestured at the bag.

	"We were able to answer the question I asked you yesterday. Gemma likes the ribbed one in her pussy and the bumpy one in her ass."




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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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