?Be a good little bitch today Barbara.? Cheryl said as Barbara climbed onto the cold concrete floor of the garage. Once inside Cheryl shut the door ...and Barbara was left alone in the darkness. In the living room Julie sat on the couch waiting for her new customers to arrive. The pay was almost nothing for the new sitting service idea that Cheryl came up with, but she could not resist the opportunity to humiliate Barbara to such an extent. As ideas flooded her dirty mind, the doorbell. My relatives suggested that my mom come to Bangalore along with me. We sold all our properties in my village and brought a luxurious double bedroom apartment in Whitefield. We started living there.During my childhood, she used to hug me and kiss me. But I never remember seeing her nude except her in blouse and petticoat. As I said earlier, she never wears a bra and panties. Whenever I used to hug her, my chest used to feel her breasts.One day she told me that she needs to attend a lady’s. Then I broke the silence and here our first conversation started.The conversation happened in Kannada (language of Karnataka). And for the reader’s convenience, I am translating it to English.Me: That socket is not working.Archana: Oh is it? Thank you.That was the sweet voice of her and I became an instant fan of it. I didn’t want to end the conversation and hence I continued with it.Me: Are you a singer?Archana: No, why?Me: Your voice is like a singer.She started laughing.Me: Ok… control. I am. ’ 5 minutes later we were back on the way to her house, the tension in the car a little less prevalent. When we got there, we stowed the bag from the pharmacy below the seat and wandered in. After grabbing some soft drinks we wandered down to the basement to watch a movie. A half hour later her mom called down that she was leaving to run some errands with Nicole’s younger sister Cara. As we resumed the movie, I whispered into Nicole’s ear, ‘You’re really edgy.’ ‘What?’ ‘Edgy. On edge. Nervous.’.