DADDY! FUCK ME!

Amelia

A babysitter. Are you kidding me? I’m eighteen years−old. I didn’t need a babysitter.

“Mom, tell dad! I do not need someone watching me. I’m eighteen. That is old enough to be able to stay at the house alone for a weekend. I thought you said you could trust me?” I cross my arms under my breasts, infuriated at this turn of events. I thought we had a deal.

They were going to trust me, go out of town for their weekend getaway to have time to themselves, and I was going to prove to them that I was responsible.

My mom fiddles with her earring...