Jazmine chose being an accommodating whore over a decent mother. She wasn’t neglectful, or abusive. She never ceased having a roof over her head or that of her daughter’s, Roxy. The fridge and cupboards were always stacked with food and nutrients. Medical needs were seen to, and clothes were abundant. But the fucking, and cocks, and strangers, and Jazmine being gangbanged and gang raped were never even remotely hidden. Sometimes, Roxy would walk in on her mother sucking or fucking, say, in her bedroom. Sometimes, Jazmine would plop down on the sofa in the living room next to Roxy with some guy and begin what would become a routine: become interested in what Roxy was watching; ensure that she was sitting between Roxy and her guy; Start to fondle the guy’s cock and occasionally lean into his lap and suck a bit of the head; the guy spreads her thighs and begins to rub her nani; Jazmine moves to the floor between his legs “to get more comfortable” after he completely removes his pants and underwear; Jazmine opting for a “more comfortable” spot on his lap, which would coincidentally include his cock sliding into one of her holes; all of this and more, while all three sustain the charade that they’re all interested in the television program. Not infrequently, a customer or fuck friend of Jazmine’s would wander into the living room – or her bedroom – and find Roxy alone. The least of these moments involved the men sitting next to Roxy, draping their arms around her and stroking …