Jodie's Slaves Part One - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part One

... Mom finally went too far…not with me, the police still did not know about the things she did to me. No, she got careless with her drugs and her deals and her Johns. She was in jail now. I hoped she died there!

I was not a minor anymore, so Social Services would have nothing to do with me. I was in Julie’s class in school because I had been held back a year. A lot of the kids in school had made fun of me for a while. It got boring when I would not acknowledge them. Julie was the only one who tried to be my friend. She invited me to her house and even to dinner. She let me pet the horses sometimes. I really loved the horses.

Her Mom was really nice, too. She never hit Julie and always fed her and made sure she had nice clothes. She was a great Mom.

So why was I visualizing the pictures from my websites when I looked at her? I mean, she was a knockout, sure, a little shorter than me and with those gorgeous large breasts, but she was not the sort of woman I should be fantasizing about hurting! I pushed the thoughts away. She did not have to be helping me like this. She gave me a place to live when I had no idea what I was going to do. I told her I would take over for her housekeeper and I could even babysit her youngest kid, if she wanted. It made her gesture feel less like charity and more like a job.

I smiled brighter as I got closer. Time to play grateful. I hate that game, but needs must be met…

“Thank you, Mrs. Hinson, for allowing me to stay with you!” I ...

... gushed. “You don’t know what it means to me…”

“Jodi, it's our pleasure. You are and will always be welcome here. Please come in Julie is upstairs and will be down soon”.

I followed her into the house, feeling more like a stranger than I ever had entering this doorway. I disliked the feeling. Being uncomfortable made me angry. Having to hide the anger made me awkward. I glared at Mrs. Hinson’s back. I know my feelings were not her fault, but I glared at her anyway until she turned and I put my smile back up.

“So...um...where should I put my things?” I asked, hefting my bag by way of explanation.

Barb

Jodi seemed a bit stiff and with good reason I supposed. It was not every day a girl moved into a new place with people she barely knew. My heart went out to her. I was a little nervous as well.

“We have given you the guest bedroom, please I'll show you where your new home is. We really want you to feel at home here. “

As she followed me to the room over the garage I thought back to how she had looked at me coming up the walk and shivered just a little.

The large bonus room we had set up as a spare bedroom was actually the biggest of the house with a sitting area and couch and recliners and large screen TV for watching movies. I had spurged and purchased a marvelous bedroom suit with a very sturdy large king size canopy bed with thick turned posts and carved headboard. The set came with a large floor standing floor mirror, dresser, wardrobe, blanket trunk and ...