She put her hand on me and said “I too. But I have always wanted you to come home when you were working here. I am glad that you are her that too wh...en I am alone” she said. She gave me the remote and I switched on the television. It was a news channel and I started to watch the current news.“I’ll change and come Raasa and you can also get into casuals if you want” she said. I opened my traveller bag and slipped into a lungi (coloured dhoti). I was with my T shirt on. She went into the bedroom. This story is about how they took control of me and turned me into their filthy whoring cum pig slave!I had these two neighbors that lived down the street. At the time, I was a Senior in high school and I did odd jobs around the neighborhood, things like cutting grass, painting fences, etc. I went to their front door to see if they needed any odd jobs done for them so I could earn some money, but when I peeked in the main living room window, I saw some man bent over, tied up and he was. Both her parents were only children, both so spoiled and selfish that they had never had any business being married, let alone having children together.Young Jessica grew up in the middle of a visibly functional, yet privately dysfunctional family. Her parents were often too busy fighting, having affairs, or socializing to raise the children. As such the older kids were often left in charge, and without direction drugs and alcohol were used rampantly.When Jessica was nine years old, her parents. Bathe me he said. I did so as dutifully as I could manage. When I was finished rinsing him he began pawing at my breasts again, capturing the nipples between his fingers and twisting them painfully. I was crying out and whimpering which only seemed to inflame him more. He began slapping them and said I love seeing the redness on them, it looks so good on your skin. Turn around and bend over he added. I did so, hating it, but glad he could not see my face anymore as my hair fell down over me,.