At school I was called names. The little number of supposed friends I had – girls who were jealous or just were as anti social as I was – simply d...isappeared. I was left even more alone than I already was. Life turned into hell. And still, I had a man who secretly hated me – my father, enraged at losing his wife to give birth to this freak… I wanted it to stop. I had no reason to live. I felt like I just wanted to die. And then, it happened. Once in a while my dad had night shifts at the. She was always eager to take me into her warm wet orifice and worship my stiff organ. She was my cock sucking whore and though I’ve taken every other hole her body had to offer, I always enjoyed her mouth the best. After a long day at work, having her service me was the most exquisite feeling. She had this trick that drove me mad. She’d take my full length into her welcoming throat and still manage to slip her tongue out and lick my balls. She had a talent few could hope to achieve and she. I think you mentioned it before, something about bein' a concubine or slave in some other woman's marriage." Exactly ... the best I could dream of was being little more than a bedwarmer and house servant in the Household of someone far more important than I'd ever be. But thank God that's not what happened. I am the wife of the important man-" All right now, don't be gettin' crazy." No Edward, don't you be getting modest. In the society I love, I had fallen off the map. I was one of the. .” Lizzy said. “You dedicated your life to your House, and they got shitty when you wanted to improve yourself? You were a slave...”“Yes, yes I was,” Abby replied. “When you bring money into a situation, ethics and humanity ... they fall by the wayside. Or at least they can ... I’m not sure how things go in other Shadow Houses.”“From what I’ve heard,” Otter said, “it varies. I hear very good things about House Velacourt. And I’ve heard very bad things about House Camelia. Bella Notte seems to.