I've always conformed to his idea of what I should be. I don't know who I should be, he knows. He thinks I should be a girly girl who dresses for sex. He lays out my clothes ready for the morning when he wakes for work around six. When we were eighteen we got tatoos. Mine has his name on. He always gives me clothes that show the tatoo. I can't change what I wear, he locks my clothes away. They all laugh at work when I turn up in my sex icon clothes. They all laugh in the pub when I walk in in my hooker outfit. They all laugh when I walk up home at ten o'clock in my striper uniform. He doesn't laugh when I walk in. He peels the clothes from me and that's it. Sex all night!
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