After Sierra divorced her fifth husband, she decided to move next to a Slut Scout camp. Every day, there were at least five young women stopping by to ask her if she needed anything.

“Hello, ma'am. I’m a Slut Scout and I was wondering if you need your pussy licked, some analingus, or maybe you’d like to stress fuck my ass with a strap-on?”

“Hmm.. Let’s work our way through that list,” was usually her response.

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