Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2005 07:11:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Modest Servant Chapter 3

A Modest Servant

By Steam Train   ( steam_t2000@yahoo.com )

Chapter 3: Fear of the Unknown

After Raymond left I was ready for a shower so I quickly washed down, and
put on clean boxers, jeans, tee shirt socks and joggers. As I was walking
out I noticed the school clothes I had discarded on the floor around my
bedroom. In the past that's where they would have stayed, for Raymond to
pick up, but not with the new me. I stooped down, picked them all up and
put them in the dirty clothes bin that had always been there but which I
now realised I rarely ever used. How totally had I just taken Raymond and
his predecessors for granted, never even thinking how frustrating my lack
of effort or consideration for them must have been.

"Well things will be different from now on," I thought little realising
just how true my sentiments were to prove in only a few more minutes.

I knocked on Jim's door and Ed's but no one answered so I went down to
the back of the house and walked over to the servant's quarters.

It was the one area of the property I did not know real well. As kids we
were punished if we came anywhere near the servant's quarters and as I
grew into a teenager I had lost any interest in them till now. My
experience with Raymond had aroused my curiosity.

So seeing Ed talking with Mr Lyons and Charker and Jim standing next to
mum listening intensely as she talked with Mr Holt her legal council, I
walked quickly into the male servant's quarters.

The first thing that struck me was that inside the ornate timber front
door there was a small entrance porch which ended with a set of heavy
iron grilled doors like I had seen on TV in prison scenes. Behind the
doors, which were open, was a large room full of double bunk beds, plain
tubular metal beds, with a small set of draws on either side. There were
still a number of servants disrobing out of their Carter uniforms. I
noticed that unlike me they carefully folded then placed their soiled
clothing in bins provided along the room. The room was very clean, almost
sanitary in its appearance. It smelt of a hint of disinfectant. The
windows along the side were high up preventing anyone from looking out
easily, but they did allow in fresh sunlight. Each window was fitted with
the same type of grills as the entrance door. No way out of this room
once you were locked in I guessed.

As I stood there looking in from the doorway, some of the servants
noticed my presence and took up the `servant's position', heads bowed,
legs spread slightly, arms by their sides and back straight. Others
noticing their actions, looked around and also came to position, soon the
whole room was still and paying respect. I realised I was holding things
up for them as they were due outside in five minutes so I called out
"carry on".

It was then I noticed Raymond down near the far end of the room. He was
towling down after a wash, oblivious to his nakedness. How I admired this
ability to put any feelings of modesty aside. I walked down to him and he
stopped and took up position, so again I said, "carry on" whilst
thinking "third time I've seen you naked'.

I think he guessed my thoughts or was it where my eyes were peeking?
Anyways he smiled and boldly whispered so none of the other servants
could hear him "Don't get any ideas in here master"

I blushed and he smiled. I whispered back but with a huge smile on my
face "watch it boy you're heading for major punishment talking to a
master that way". Not giving him a chance to reply I went on "you
better get on with it Raymond, you don't have much time and I don't
want to get you in any trouble".

He glanced up at the wall above the entrance door looked at the clock and
quickly got on with drying himself.

I walked over to the far back end of the room here a corridor lead to the
bathroom. On either side of the corridor there were three small rooms on
either side with doors, containing a single bed and a set of draws. I
noticed one of the senior household servants undressed in one, sitting on
the bed head buried in his hands looking the image of abject misery, he
didn't even notice me and I walked on into the bathroom.

No one was in here now, but the floor was wet in places indicating it had
recently been busy. The bathroom had washbasins down the left side and to
the rear there were toilets but unlike the ones at school or in the
public toilets I had used there had no walls separating them. I imagined
how embarrassing that must be doing your business totally in public, my
modesty made me blush again. The right side did nothing for my modesty
either for here there were showers, the shower nozzles were protruding
from columns in the room so that 3 people could stand around each column
at a time and shower.

Again the room was spartanly functional and very sanitary.

"To your satisfaction master Thomas"

I jumped,

I had not heard Mr Harris our Overseer approach. He had always frightened
me as a child probably because the servants were always so wary of him.
It was Mr Harris who was responsible for their performance and their
discipline. On very rare occasions dad had also threatened me and my
brothers with Mr Harris's cane, if we continued to misbehave. It was no
idle threat either because when I was 10 I had seen Ed who was then 12
caned by Mr Harris on the palm of his hand five times, on dads orders,
for smoking. To my knowledge Ed never smoked again.

"Yes Mr Harris, very clean and tidy' I replied.

"Better get along outside too Master Thomas, the proceedings are about
to begin"

`Thanks" I said and quickly turned and walked back through the corridor
and the main room which was now empty and out into the afternoon autumn
chill in the courtyard of the servant's quarters.

The servants were lined up totally naked in rows in front of me, the free
staff out to the my right and mum, Ed, Jim, Mr Holt and some other legal
aids were standing facing the servants. It was the first time I had seen
naked women in the flesh. Dad never paraded any of our female servants
naked on the estate, and even their punishment sessions were carried out
beyond the inquisitive sight of us boys.

Trying to look casual but with a boner quickly tenting in my pants I
wandered over past the line of female servants, taking a closer look.
They were powerless to cover up and I was in heaven given this
unobstructed view of all the female servants' breasts and pubes. Our
servants who ranged in age from pre teens to women in their sixties were
a pretty hot looking bunch I remember thinking at the time, I guess any
naked female is when your 14.

Just as I was totally enjoying the experience I noticed Mum with a look
of total reproach and disgust on her face, and my joy and bliss quickly
evaporated. She beckoned me to join her, which I quickly did.

It looked like mum was about to give me a major lecture and dressing
down, but I was saved as things started to happen. A motorcade of cars
and transport vehicles came into view up the front drive. Mr Harris
yelled out for all servants to take their position.

When the front car pulled up a middle aged man dressed in a fine cut dark
suit was assisted out of the back seat by the servant chauffer and walked
over to my mother.

"Mrs Carter? Henry Lewis, State Liquidators Office"

"Joanna Carter, Mr Lewis" my mother replied showing all her dignity.

"I'm sorry but there is no easy way to do this Mrs Carter so I will be
blunt" Mr Lewis replied.

"I have here the court orders duly stamped and certified that liquidates
all the assets of your late husband Edward Raymond Carter III. You may
inspect them if you wish".

Mr Holt, mum's legal aid went to say something but mum cut him off
saying " no there will be do need, I shall trust all is in order, I want
this over as quick as possible, as you will understand".

"Yes I do and thank you for your cooperation Mrs Carter"

Numerous questions followed to Mum, Mr Holt and to Mr Harris about the
house, servants, staff and property and assets. I was bored stiff just
standing there in the late afternoon chill as the formalities took their
course. My stupor was quickly ended though when I heard Ed and my names
called out by Mr Holt.

"Come here please boys," he said.

I glanced at Jim who had been the most nervous of us three whilst we
stood there waiting.

"Now what" I said

Jim just turned white as if he knew something very unpleasant was
happening and just said" You'll find out soon enough".

We came and stood in front of Mr Holt, something was happening but what?
What did Jim know that I didn't? Had he found out something when he met
mum just before this session? My mind was racing.

Mr Holt glanced at mum, who nodded slightly to him, on this signal he
began to speak "Edward Raymond Carter IV and Thomas John Carter, I, as a
duly sworn solicitor of the State of New South Wales, do hereby confirm
that His Honour Justice George Unwin of the New South Wales Supreme Court
has duly authorised and approved your mother, Joanna Delores Carter's
request that you both be indentured into civil domestic servitude for a
period of fifteen years. I do thus by the power authorised to me as a
solicitor and on the authority of the Supreme Court of New South Wales
strip you of all the rights and privileges accorded a free citizen as of
(he looked at his watch) 4.07pm, today, March 13. You have been assigned
to the New South Wales State Servants Authority for auction. You shall be
transported to the said State Servants Centre to be processed. After
which you shall then be sold at the next indentured servants auction at
which time, your worth shall be determined and the proceeds of such sale,
shall be remitted to your indenturee the said Joanna Delores Carter.
Officers prepare the new indentured servants for transportation".

I went to protest to my mother and I heard Ed begin to speak too but Mr
Holts last comment seemed to be a signal to the other officials in
attendance and four policemen emerged from behind Mr Lewis and grabbed
us.

Two grabbed me and one slapped a plastic coated green and gold with thin
light blue and green striped, servant's collar around my neck and the
other muzzled me then forced me to my knees. He took out the traditional
hooked knife and began slitting my clothes from tee shirt through my belt
and down my jeans and boxers, my clothes fell off me as he cut, I could
feel the cool air against my exposed skin, I could feel how profusely I
was blushing as all my modesty was cut away, all the gathered officials,
my mother and my brother could see my naked body being revealed to the
staring eyes. The Policeman even cut through my shoelaces, pulled off my
shoes and then cut off my socks, leaving me totally naked in front of
everyone.

I tried to cover my genitals, it's just your normal reaction isn't it,
but apparently not for servants, as the two policemen quickly grabbed
both my arms and said "Behind your back boy" I felt the metal cuffs,
cold steel around my wrist and heard the `click'. I was totally
exposed, all my modesty shattered, now everyone could see I was still at
14, totally pre pubescent. My penis was not big at the best of times but
exposed to the cooling late afternoon air of early March it was a pitiful
sight, shrunk to less than an inch.

"Did you bring a magnifying glass in your kit Mac" one of the policemen
asked the other. "I'm not sure if this one is a male or female and
which line should I take it too" I blushed even redder, if that was at
all possible, I could feel the warmth of the blush flooding over my body,
then I heard the cruel laughter from the crowd that stood behind Mr
Lewis. Even my brother Jim was laughing.

At the same time as this was being done to me, Ed tried to fight off his
captors, and before his captors could muzzle him I heard him yell out
"Mum, don't do this, help us please"

As my clothes were being cut off me I managed a glance at Mum, she looked
at Ed with a bland expression and replied "Edward don't fight this, it
is for the best. With the money raised from your indentures, Jim will be
able to finish school at HTGS and you'll be financially supporting your
mother. With out you I would have nothing. This way you will be looked
after and cared for and your services will look after the rest of the
family".

"Fuck you" Ed cried out but instantly one of the policemen punched him
in the stomach he gasped for air and doubled over. "Don't ever speak to
a free citizen like that again boy" he said.

Ed was no match for the well trained police officers and he, too, was
soon collared, muzzled, made to kneel and was stripped naked with the
traditional hooked knife just like myself, before being cuffed.

Ed and I were grabbed by our penises and walked like my father earlier in
the day, over and placed at the end of the line of male servants. As I
walked by the servants, some looked shocked, some disinterested, others
looked preoccupied in their own fate but a few had broad smirks on their
faces, obviously enjoying our complete humiliation and loss of status.

Things were happening way to quick for me to take in.

Panicked and with the greatest sense of fear I had ever experienced, I
went to move straight back out of the line and go back to my mother, but
I had only taken two or three steps when I was suddenly collapsed on the
ground, pain throbbing through my arm like I had never felt in my life.
One of the policemen yelled,"Get up boy or I'll up the dosage rate that
was just a mild prod".

I frantically tried to get back to my feet; I didn't want any more pain
like that prod had just shot through my arm. My body though would not
respond to my wish, I stammered and stuttered around not being able to
properly gain my balance, it's difficult at the best of times with your
hands cuffed behind your back, but now I lacked control of my muscles, I
had even lost control momentarily of my bladder and l could feel the
warmth of my piss running down my legs. The policeman noticed, so did
some of the servants and I heard a muffled giggle from in front of me, I
knew the voice, it was my own brother, Jim. How could he laugh at my
distress, we were brothers.

"You servants are so disgusting, you never see a free citizen pissing
down their leg, now get up!" the policeman again threatened.

I could see the policeman getting his prod ready again, I tried to
protest I was trying to get back up, couldn't he see that? He moved
close to me I squirmed in fear, then I felt hands on my arms and I heard
a voice say "Please master sir may I help him up sir, he is not used to
the prod sir", I felt firm strong arms lift me up and stand me in the
line, I was saved, who was this saviour? My mind was clearing and my
muscles were regaining their strength. Ed was standing next to me on my
right, fear in his eyes, looking at me but his arms were cuffed like mine
behind his back, he couldn't have saved me.

The policeman said "I have a good mind to use this on you to, you
insolent servant, but I'm not a brutal man, keep this new servant in
line and I'll spare you and him any more punishment".

"Master sir, thank you sir" my saviour replied.

I looked to my left and there stood Raymond. He smiled a reassuring
smile. After our time together earlier this afternoon I think I was
already in love with Raymond, but now after risking his own body with
punishment from the police officer I was totally infatuated with him.

All the servants were made to stand there for what seemed like an hour at
least, my legs ached, my arms cuffed behind my back were numb and when I
fidgeted too much either Mr Harris or Mr Lyons would come over and give
me a sharp but not too hard smack with their cane across my buttocks. I
looked on jealously as Jim lounged about the courtyard, kicking a soccer
ball at one time, or sitting on the stone fence. Some times he would look
at Ed and I and if we stared back he'd turn his eyes away, once though
Mr Lyons caught Ed staring back and came over and gave Ed two much more
severe slashes on his buttocks with his cane and the warning that
"Servants keep their eyes down, they never look a free citizen in the
eye, learn that quick boys if you want to avoid trouble"

I looked at Ed when Lyons walked away and could clearly see the tears
swelling in my big brothers eyes. Little more than an hour ago Harris,
Lyons and Charker were employees who answered to my brother if he so
wished. Ed had `come of age', now he was an indentured servant, a
`nothing', and they treated him as such.

This was never more so than when at one time during our long wait that
afternoon for the liquidators, Mr Harris, Mr Lyons and Charker came over
and gave both Ed and me a personal inspection, feeling both Ed's and
then my ball sack and penis. Separating my balls with some minor pain in
their tight sack and then running their fingers up my shaft and over my
bald pubes. Their hands giving the feel of experience and confidence, it
was not the first time any of these fingers had done this. Mr Lyons
couldn't resist saying to Charker what a pathetic package I had for my
age and that Ed's wasn't much better. As if I had not blushed enough
that afternoon I felt the burning of my cheeks as the comments were made,
Ed I noted was equally as red faced. All three you could tell enjoyed
lording their new status over us.

As I stood there waiting and waiting while the liquidators did their
thing and all the staff were paid out, I thought about the way my brother
and I were suddenly, instantly treated differently. Why was that? What
had changed that made people react so differently to me? I was the same
person, so was Ed, yet it was as if our previous life and character had
never existed. Harris, Lyons and Charker all knew we were basically good
kids. Now we were nothing, why?

The collar I thought, yes it's the collar. Put that on a person and
instantly people have been conditioned to act differently towards the
wearer. I had realised this afternoon that Raymond was a human being just
like me with feelings and lusts just like a free citizen. He wore a
collar but it changed nothing in him what it changed was how others
perceived him. Up until this afternoon I too had perceived him
differently. The same was now happening to Ed and me and there was
nothing we could do to stop it. As servants we had lost the freedom to do
as we wished, to speak as we wished. Our life was now controlled totally
by others. The realisation of this chilled me to the depths of my heart.
I could be made to do anything, anything that the law allowed and I had
no say in wether I wanted to participate or not. A new fear gripped me,
the fear of the unknown.

Finally most of the servants were taken to the two transporters that were
present. Being on the end of the line about ten of us didn't fit into
either transport and had to suffer another long delay till a third
transport was summoned. By the time it arrived it was nearly pitch dark.
I was shivering with the cold and the fear. Only Mr Harris remained with
us plus some staff from the servants centre. They had put on coats and Mr
Harris had bought them out a hot drink, but nothing was offered to the
servants who waited, except the odd slash with Mr Harris's cane if they
moved too much.

I heard one of the officials from the servants centre say to Mr Harris,
that there was no need for him to wait around, they could handle things
from now on. He told them he was confident they could but he hoped they
would understand that he felt it was his duty to see off the last of the
servants.

"You're a good overseer Mr Harris" one replied.

Was he I thought? Looking back now, yes I think he was was, but then at
that time, I thought he was not. Experience would teach me there were a
lot fouler humans out in the wider world than Mr Harris.

Mr Harris had his faults, as we all do. However he was firm but fair and
never abused any of our servants. He used his cane only when he felt it
was needed. If you did as you were instructed properly and quickly Mr
Harris was of no concern. He trained his staff, Lyons and Charker to the
same standards.

Ed and I finally were herded into the third transporters when it arrived.
My eyes teared over as we drove down the drive of what for as long as I
could remember had been my home. No one was there to say good-bye; Mr
Harris left the moment we were in the transporter and mum had gone inside
earlier and taken Jim with her. Before the transporter arrived I saw a
taxi come up the drive and disappear around to the front of the house,
which was out of my sight. In the distance as it drove away I am certain
mum and Jim was riding in the back. Mum looked straight ahead ignoring
her past but Jim turned back and I think I saw a slight wave to us before
mum grabbed him and made him face the front.

The house was lifeless and dark, the same feeling I felt in my soul all
the way to the State Servants Authority Auction Centre.

Through the barred windows I could see that there were a few people still
walking on the footpaths on their way home from a day's work and some
glanced up at our transporter as we passed. We had been told to keep our
eyes lowered and not to stare at the free citizens, like good servants, I
didn't feel like looking at the passing scenery anyway.

The auction centre was in an inner city suburb of Sydney that I wasn't
at all familiar with. It was an innocuous building set amongst other
factory buildings. The transporter drove to a large roller door with a
guard's box near the driver's side and I could hear our driver giving
details to the guard. The door rolled up and we drove into a large
receiving dock. The transporter was backed up to one dock, then soon the
rear door of the transporter was opened and we were ordered out.

"Hurry up all of you, I've been waiting here just for you, I should
have been home ages ago, move it" an overseer yelled.

He was wearing a blue uniform with the State Servants Authority badge on
the upper sleeve. I still had my hands cuffed so Raymond helped both me
and Ed out of the back and onto the dock.

"Follow the yellow line" he ordered.

We were bringing up the rear of the line and had to wait till the others
in front were processed. Processing was pretty simple, they scanned our
collar and all our details were instantly entered. I hadn't though about
this until now, too much else had happened, but our indenturement was
obviously well planned as the collars that had been put on us already
contained the chip with all our information.

I went up before Ed to be processed. "Thomas Carter, aged fourteen,
newly indentured into domestic service for fifteen years, is that
correct? The clerk at the desk asked.

"Yes" I replied, instantly the guard standing at the side of the desk
whacked by butt with his cane, I screamed out.

"A servant always addresses his masters starting and ending with Master
or Sir, is that clear boy?" the guard spoke up.

"Sir, yes sir" I replied quickly.

"Don't know what they teach the young ones at school these days, not
manners that's for sure Joe" the guard said addressing the clerk.

"Yeah, too true Max" the clerk replied.

After initial processing we were marched along the yellow line into
another room where we were walked under a long line of shower nozzles
that were emitting cold water and I guessed some detergent mix as my eyes
started stinging, a group of naked servants rubbed my body down as I
walked along the yellow line. They rubbed my hair, my face, my chest, my
back, my butt , my genitals and my legs. I was again blushing with
modesty, but I did notice both Ed and even Raymond were suffering the
same reaction.

Once clean and towelled down by the servants we followed the yellow line
onwards into a large room, off of which were numerous large cells, all
occupied with naked servants. I could see either red or orange collared
servants all located in one large cell and the green or black stripe
collared servants all in another. As we walked past the cells down a long
corridor this pattern was repeated for both males and females.

I was relieved at this system, as I knew from school that red and orange
collars were the criminally indentured, red for life and orange for a
term. Like wise the green were for the voluntary indentured, that was
what Ed and I were classified as, some choice in volunteering we had! The
black were for the born into servitude like Raymond.

I didn't want to be in a cell with the criminally indentured, you never
know what they would do to you, though I did notice some of our former
servants in there, as they were term servitude criminals, but dad and Mr
Harris had always chosen them carefully, we never had murderers or
rapists only minor petty criminals or white collar criminals in our
service.

To my even greater relief I was stopped outside a cell which obviously
only contained younger boys, and was let in. Ed and Raymond were taken to
the next cell, which was another cell for the adult males wearing green
or black striped collars.

There were five other boys in the cell I entered, but I only knew three
of the boys from our previous servants the other two were from elsewhere.
One of our former servant boys Peter, was remarkably like a younger
Raymond, blond hair and I guessed about 13, he had a much larger penis
and balls than me and I suspected he had started to grow his pubes,
unlike me, but like all servants he was clean shaven, so it was hard to
tell from a distance. Mr Harris had been training him to be a personal
servant, in fact Ed had once told me he might be the one dad was training
for my personal servant when I was eighteen. That was not going to happen
now. This kid just smirked, as I stood there naked and helpless.

The other four boys were younger than Peter, between eight and eleven
years of age I guessed. Their red eyes immediately told me they had all
been crying, as I was to later learn, because they had been separated
from their mothers. Up until twelve born servants were kept with their
birth mother if possible and this had been the case with the two younger
boys from our estate. Here at the auction centre they had been separated
for the first time from their mothers.

"What's wrong boy, don't know what to do?" taunted Peter as I stood
there. "Lost your servant to hold your hand little boy?"

"Shut up Peter?"  I replied.

He got up off the bench he was lying on and came over and stood close in
front of me.

Eyeing me he said "Don't ever say `shut up' to me again hear me boy.
I have been a servant for 13 years, you've been one for 3 hours. When a
more senior servant speaks to you, you say `Sir, Yes Sir', do you
understand?".

Well what was I to do, the hide of this servant boy to order me around,

"Fuck off Peter" I said

Brave move on my part, but stupid.

Peter stood there for a few seconds and I was thinking, `Yes that's
right, learn your place servant', when he reached out and grabbed, then
squeezed hard my ball sack. I screamed out, the nausea spread from my
stomach up to my mouth and I dry reached. Tears swelled in my eyes.

"What did you say boy?" Peter said

He'd won, I was not a physical kind of guy, in fact I was a bit of a
wimp, "Sir, yes I understand I won't speak like that again sir " I
replied. "Sir please let me go sir" I whimpered.

"Good now that you know your place, take your position" Peter ordered.

With the other boys looking on and a crowd of adult servants from both
adjoining cells crowding to the bars separating our cell from theirs to
see what all the screaming was about, I blushing profusely I took up the
servants position in front of our former servant.

The total humiliation at my loss of status now bore down on me as Peter
proceeded to inspect every inch of my body. He ran his fingers over my
chest, spread my butt cheeks and inspected my arse, felt my balls, just
like a skilled overseer would do a new servant to check him out. "Man
you're so small, how old are you?" he asked.

"Sir, fourteen sir " I replied.

"Your hardly better off than these other guys here in the cell and they
are all like less than eleven years old".

Was that a question or a statement, I didn't want to risk another
squeeze at my balls so I said "Sir, yes sir".

"That's an obedient boy, Thomas, your learning fast what it's like to
be a servant" Peter said.

"Now let's have some real fun..." He began to say when there was a
commotion at the bars of the adjoining cell and Raymond forced his way to
the front.

"Leave him alone Peter, he's mine, you touch him and you'll answer to
me, ok?" Raymond called out.

"Oh fuck you bro, I just wanted some revenge"

"No fucking anything brother, leave him, he's been good to me and
treated me better than anyone. No way is any brother of mine going to
shame me, by hurting or humiliating him further, ok ... I said ok?"

"Ok bro if you say so" Peter slowly replied.

"I do say so," replied Raymond.

Again Raymond had saved me, I walked over to him and grabbed his left
hand through the bars and said "Thank you" and burst out crying.

When I regained my composure I asked Raymond why he called Peter brother,
was it a term used amongst servants that I hadn't heard before or what?

"He's is my full brother Thomas, we share the same mother and father"

"Your mother and father were both in our household service," I asked.

"Sort of yes" he replied obviously hedging his answer.

 "I thought the male and female servants were kept separated?" I asked

"They were, yes"

"Then how?"" I asked, sensing his hesitation and reluctance to
elaborate on the details.

"You don't want to know Thomas, trust me" Raymond replied.

"Come on Raymond, I thought we had a special relationship now, no
secrets?" I said.

He paused for a long moment then said, "Well I warned you and I guess
maybe you really should know the truth".

He paused again then said "Your father regularly had one of the servant
girls up to his bedroom at night, your mother knew of this and was
usually there too, urging your father on in his sexual perversions. I was
conceived out of one of those nights, so was Peter to the same mother,
Janice, your mother's personal servant. The other two younger boys here
in this cell from your father's estate, share the same father, your
father, though in their cases, the mothers are different. Welcome to your
new family Thomas, I'm sorry to tell you this but I did warn you and I
think you needed to know this, as your brother Ed already knows, and has
done so since soon after he turned sixteen".

I was speechless. Thoughts raced round and around my brain. My father was
Raymond and Peters father. My father was the father to lots of servants.
My father regularly fucked his servants and mum not only knew but watched
on.

I looked over to Ed and he sensed what I must have been thinking because
he nodded his head and said "Sorry Tom, but it's all true"

End Chapter 3