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Feb 2018
momma was a *******
who used to bring us to work
w/ her so we could see what
she did for a living; how she
put food on the table every
night & took us on vacations;
we'd sit quietly while business
men stripped out of their
pinstripes & donned dog collar
& ball-gag; we had to keep
from chuckling or mom would
shoot us that look that said
this is what we'd get when we
got home; dad's in the doghouse
& the whip would crack; the
busy banking executive crying
out for more from his Mistress
who was our mom in leather
Johnny  Noiπ
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