My name is Missy but please call me Sinnderella. Like the fairy tale, my life has been full of relative hardships. I was raised in the foster system. Honestly, I can't complain. I had several very nice foster families. I just had some issues with some of the other girls I would be housed with from time to time. Boys were no problem. Most of them were too intimidated by my looks to be an issue, and I was never afraid to lie about them if it suited my purposes. The girls, however, seemed to take issue with my beauty and tried hard to make me feel inferior in other ways. Over the years, it worked. I know I'm attractive, but I know I'm not the sharpest crayon in the box as well, and I do tend to shy back from other women. This tends to be a conundrum since I'm painfully attracted to women these days. I try to put on a strong front, but deep down I find myself craving their attention and longing for their approval.
Interests So why Sinnderella? Well, the last foster family I lived with was in the process of adopting me when my foster parents were tragically killed by a drunk driver. I was 17 at the time. It was painful for me, but even more so for their biological daughter, who was 22 at the time and had just gotten married. She took me in, but the state said I had to wait until I was 18 until I could leave the foster system. Three months later, when I turned 18, I moved in with my foster sister and her husband. It started off well as we had each other to lean on, but then she started getting jealous of the attention I was getting from her husband and others in her circle of influence. She threatened to make me move out several times, but never quite followed through on it. Over the course of a few months, I learned that both my foster sister and her husband were having difficulties at work with their bosses. Long story short, I confronted both bosses and told them that if they took it easy on my family, I would be their personal sex toy one evening a week. I didn't count on both bosses being female, but it has been a pleasant surprise. Eventually, it came out that I was sleeping with both their bosses to help them keep their jobs. Rather than get angry, my foster sister decided to use my need for female approval to help in other areas, such as reducing rent and paying off loans. At first I was ashamed, but then I embraced my role as their escort.
By the way, I will never post full nude pics here. this is a site for the imagination, and if you can imagine what I look like without clothes, I'm not sure you're worth my time or effort.
My attempt to defend my foster-sister goes much differently than planned
I grew up in the foster system, but unlike so many stories, my life wasn't all that bad. I lucky in that the handful of families I was placed with were kind, generous and quite loving. The last family I was with was especially wonderful. They had a daughter that was a few years older than me, but we became as close as sisters very quickly. To this day we still consider each other sisters. In fact, I'm currently living wit...
