How I Became My Foster-Dad’s Sex Toy
Hi. My name is Daisy. I am now 26 years old, and all of this happened about a decade ago. I’m not really sure about the time anymore. I just feel ready to share it now When I was 14, and my little sister was 10, our parents died in an accident. Because we couldn’t live with family, we became part of the foster-case system. These systems are less than ideal. The children in them are often traumatized, and the foster-parents, although some of them are amazing people, can also turn out to be horrible. After two months we were told we could go to a foster home. It was more difficult for us to find one because under no circumstance would I be separated from my little sister. Anyway, I was happy that we …