Nude, she walked to the mirror hanging on her closet door. She examined her body and inventoried it in detail as she placed the collar back around her...neck.She compared herself to each of the beautiful women at the party. Her bust was too small. Her legs were too thick. Her butt was too big. She was nothing. Just a poor, fat college student.She walked to the light switch and flipped it off. She climbed into her bed. She curled up, a hand touching her simple collar, on old sheets given to her by. "I politely tipped my head. "It's wonderful to be home. Thank you."Lady Aberdeen's hold on Tharin was casual and familiar, but my friend's face brightened when another younger woman made her way to Tharin. The ebony woman's high cheekbones and narrow face gave her a distinctive look, given her unusually narrow lips. She glowed when Tharin kissed her and I couldn't help but notice Lady Aberdeen tightened her hold on my brother during the kiss. Tharin shook his head with a laugh and brandished a. Let me fuck it.” His voice was quiet but forceful.She wasn’t strong enough to resist him and she felt him force her head back against him, her mouth full of his hard, frothing cock. His precum dripping from the tip, trickling down her throat. His hips began to thrust as he started to fuck her mouth; her fingers gripped his balls, massaging them as he continued to use her mouth.Finally, he released his grip on her hair allowing her to release him. She began to lick up and down his shaft, her. He will say, ‘your daughter.’ It kind of explains why I was neglected. It is like even in their speech, they have some sort of detachment.”“Which are Gran and Grandpa,” Dahlia asks.All my girls have accepted my grandparents as their own.“Gran is Mom’s Mom. Grandpa is her stepdad. It is kind of cool come Remembrance Day. Do you know that you are allowed to wear your father’s and grandfather’s medals? If I were to pin them all on, I wouldn’t be able to stand up. Mom’s Dad was French Foreign.