Both of her parents had matching haircuts to symbolize there “togetherness” and they were one hundred percent against dishwashers. Apparently they... created laziness and killed traditional methods. Annie hated how strange her family was, and there was only one other person in her crazy home who agreed with her, her older brother Ryan. He was 18 when I was first introduced to him, and instantly I recognized that he was the black sheep of the family. Even by the way he stood you could sense the. I was deflated. She closed the door behind me. Her bitchy attitude was in place. She thanked me for the wine and the makings for mimosas. As she walked ahead of me, I watched her hips sway under her skirt. It was then I realized she was wearing ‘the outfit’. Two long tapered candles were lit in the dining room. It was the only light in the room. She sat me down. Two places were set elegantly. ‘Open the wine, let it breathe. I will return shortly.’ With that she left the room. She returned. I'm quite used to it by now. My name is Turlogh O'Laghlen. My family has been the Castellans here for four generations," he told me with pride."I see. Have you any writing skills, Turlogh?" I asked."Yes, my Lord. I write very well." You needn't address me as my Lord all of the time. Ken is what I am usually called, and Master Ken will be fine most of the time," I told him before continuing. "You will need to send a letter to your Overlord advising him of the demise of Master Teige. It would be. Before me stood one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. Long black hair fell across her shoulder, small breasts were supported by a black bra, lace contrasting her pale skin, and her panties matched the bra, wrapped tightly to her ass with lace on the edges. ?What do you think?? she asked, trying to pose. ?You look great? I answered truthfully, my eyes wandered up and down her body. I slipped my phone out of my pocket again and began taking pictures. This time she didn’t.