Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
I’ve been Babysitting for the Petersons for as long as I can remember. Mr. Perterson is an average Dad. Kind of round about his middle, and he gets nervous around me. When I hug him, he blushes and quickly tries to cover his crotch. They are about to move away, and I’m sad I won’t get to sit for them anymore, but I thought, “What could be a good going away gift for Mr. Peterson?”
I called my friend Jeremy and asked if he’d like to help me get Mr. Peterson cucked by the babysitter as his going-away gift. He laughed and said he’d do anything for me (The case with most men in my life.)