Carnaval en México 3 parte

I arrived in Barcelona, nobody was waiting for me at the airport, I took a taxi and headed to my parents' house, spent some time thinking about whether to go up or not, it had been 9 years since I left on a trip to Mexico, but I was coming back as a trans girl, gathered my courage and rang the doorbell, my mother opened it, and you could tell she had aged. - Mom. - What are you doing here? - I've come back. My father came out when he heard me. - You can't be serious about being here, just leave, you're not our son, I told you that drugs would ruin your life and look at what's happened to you now, a slut, spent 9 years in prison and not only that, but also the slut of the inmates, so turn around and don't come back. I listened crying with my head hung low, and finally heard the door close behind me. I left without direction, had some money, looked for a hostel to spend the night, had been there for a week, was spending and not earning money, so I went to the Chinatown district to prostitute myself, got blowjobs and got screwed on the street, everything was going well until three days later a guy came to give me a complete one and took me to his flat, and after screwing me. - Do you know you're taking clients away from my whores? And from what I've seen, you don't have sexy, so I'm not going to pay you and from now on you'll work for me. - I won't work for you, pay me and leave, I just needed a bit of money. - You don't need anything, slut, you already have your spot with me. - Let me go, please. - You don't need anything, I'll make you earn a lot. And he gave me a slap. - Do you understand, slut? - Yes, but don't hit me. He gave me two more slaps. - I'll hit you when I want, you're my slut, give me all the money you have on you. - No, please, I need the money. - You don't need anything, I'll provide you with clothes and food and wash you well, it's time to start working. I washed up and he left clothes on the bed, a red thong and Bra and a mini skirt that left my ass exposed and thus forced me to go down to the street and put me on the corner next to the floor. - this is your spot, when a client comes you take him upstairs do what he tells you to pay and for another one, those two whores over there are your roommates. - yes, yes. I was very scared but thought that at some point I could escape but always controlled, I spent 4 months in that floor sharing room, underwear, and clothes with the other two whores until a police raid ended up in jail where they let me make a call and I called Manuel to ask for help and in two hours I picked myself up from a friend of his in my city and three days later I was on my way back to Mexico again, I would be Manuel's slut but I would have a good life. They picked me up at the airport and took me to his estate where Manuel received me despite the fatigue of the trip he screwed me as soon as I arrived then sent me to rest, the next day I started with my duties along with the other girls who shared it with me performing tasks on the estate and serving him and his guests like whores, I didn't have much freedom but lived a life of luxury.