Then she continued, “You are long enough I might want to try it that way.” “Pammy, you came with me, what are you doing out here with someone el...e?” I recognized the whiny voice. It was Ralph Bentley, rich asshole without equal. It took all his father’s influence to get him pledged to us. No one liked him and the girls all detested him.“I’m Pamela to you, asshole. I did not come with you. You couldn’t make me cum under any circumstances. You gave me two hundred dollars to accompany you and that. "Actually, Your Highness," he corrected. "It would have been my father's mother. My grandmother, Elevita, was likely a sister to your mother, Queen Sarita." She was," the King said. "Elevita was Sarita's older sister. Both were considerably younger than then-Lord Longview 20 or more years I would wager."A soft smile graced the King's lips."My father, King Luthen, arranged my marriage with Lord Longview's sister," he said wistfully. "In truth, I was supposed to marry your grandmother, Jorgarn.. It looked very nice.I worked my fingers in and out making sure I gave my clit a good rubbing. Magda was hovering to one side watching as I masturbated, her eyes darting from the screen to the real thing. She held a remote control and used it to zoom out and show me enjoying myself. I wasn't putting on a show, I really was frigging myself, the larger than life image of my cunt on the screen making it even more exciting. Magda was jotting down instructions to me on a note pad: things like "moan a. ‘Please don’t make me take your will from you. This is an important time. It should be a happy time, for you.’ Naama sat silently. She felt a soft hand under her chin and a gentle pressure cueing her to lift her head so as to look into the almond shaped green eyes of the Head Priestess. ‘Try child, just try. All will work itself out if you put some effort into the choosing. Every decision, the reasons for each girl’s choice is different, unique, of their individual nature. We do not try to.