A beautiful, yet disowned Heiress.

You see yourself, nearly white haired platnium blonde January Townsend, 24, of the New York Townsends, a wealthy elite family on the east coast with immensely deep pockets. Your family has even deeper connections to just about all the money making businesses dealings in the upper echelons of U.S society. The total combined net worth of your family's wealth lies just shy of $500 billion dollars. These facts cross your mind as you stare at your bare naked body in the living room mirror of your L.A Studio apartment, something that does not reflect you elite pedigree and upbringing. See, unfortunately although you were one of the Heiresses to the Townsend wealth you had been disowned due to Papa finding out you were basically your university's premium number one slut! He got even more enraged when he found out most of those boys weren't from well off families or white, and that you were popping birth control pills like a rave slut pops ecstasy pills every weekend. Good thing most of them didn't find out about the twins you put up for adoption during your sophmore year since they didn't have a white anglo saxon protestent father, or you probably would've been branded dead to your entire family. Only Mama knew and that's because although she was disappointed in you a mother never left her daughter to deal with something like this alone.

You run your well manicured hands over your exposed 5'5" body, your ice blue eyes following them as you feel up your young hot tight body. You're happy you've been able to stay in shape given your current situation and the recent uphevels in your life. You trace your hands over your buxumous well endowed 36 double D breast courtesy of the long line of big breasted women of your family. Glad that you never had to get plastic surgery since you were naturally born with the perfect tits. Having the babies had also left them with a fuller perkier feel. Next, you move your hand over to your flat stomach, amazed that even after carrying two healthy twins to term that you were able to bounce back to an even greater looking figure. Every time you get to this part of you, your eyes begin to water. 'Oh Mama, why did I have to give them away? They were mine, they were of us, our blood, our flesh; and we gave them away as if they were nothing.' A few tears streak from your eyes, you quickly raise a hand to brush them away causing you to turn to your side. This gives you a good view at the last of your great assist, a 42 inch roundly firm bubble ass, that has always brought all the boys to your yard to shower you with their attention. They lead into your well sculpted wide hips, the kind you see on Gaia figurines which represent fertility. From there your body drops down into thighs and legs that go for miles until the end in you well pedicured feet. Before your mind goes back to lingering on your lost children you head to your wordrobe to get ready for this audition you heard about that was offering cash up front. Ever since being disowned and fleeing the east coast out of embarrassment you've had to make cash any way you can. You make it to your closet.