The first time Jen went down on me after she took me back in she puked all over and inside my pussy. I couldn't stop laughing at her. It didn't take long before she let me take a shower, and that shower felt better than sex. It was better than anything.

 Months of grime peeled away each time I scrubbed myself down. Dead flies, maggots, and roaches fell out of my hair. There was no razor in there, typical Jen, so I couldn't shave my bush but I was ok with that. I came several times just standing there fingering myself.  

 Jen never let me wear clothes so when I got out of the shower I went into the living room where I found two guys and a keg. Jen decided to throw a party, and as I found out, it was mostly older men.

Jen gave me my collar and chained me to the keg. By the end of the night I'd had dozens of guys fingers inside me, I was drunk, and covered in beer. Everyone started to clear out eventually until it was just me and Jen and an old fat man. Jen unchained me and handed the other end to him. Jen had sold me.

 He dragged me to his car, I was wasted so it didn't take much. We talked for a few minutes then I blew him at a red light. He had a forest of pubes of his own. Jen certainly knew where to find buyers. His name was Alex and he had a sex dungeon in his basement.