I nudged Jam. “That’s what I thought, and hoped.” Jam grinned at me and I grinned back.Moments later, we were called to eat supper. It was a nic... young lady who gave us notice. The four of us left. As we went out the door, I said, “It would seem that I’ve lost my escort.” I grinned noticing that Berthold was giving Mo his arm.Of course, I was holding hands with Jam. We walked down the hall with the young lady beside me. She said, “May I ask Your Grace a question?”“Of course.”“Are you enjoying. Suddenly there is a bright light surrounding her and she hears a voice in her head."I am granting you a very powerful gift Ms. Quinzel. In the simplest of turns, it is a godly penis. It has many powers, whomever you use it on will greatly enjoy it and feel pleasure, as will you. The smell of it can overpower some wills, and the semen you produce will be addictive and have its own powers. You choose what powers to use. It can make a one get larger breasts or hips or buttocks, or whatever you so. But first it was to get our three brothers involved. We were all pretty girls so we didn't think there would be any problem convincing our brothers about what we wanted to do.So, I asked Pam to come over the very next night, yes, I was eager to get things going and, in addition to getting my brother set with Pam, I was going to Robin's house on Friday to do her brother. Oh, was my pussy excited.But first, it was my brother's turn. Brock was the youngest of all our brothers, just a year older. She sank still lower, presenting her neck to my mercy. How far could I push her? I ran my fingers down over her spine, stroking out each nobbly bone. She didn't resist me: she barely seemed aware of me. I ran my hands over her hips; he sank obligingly lower, until she folded at the waist like a rag doll. “Perhaps”, I whispered to her, “You'd be better off lying down flat?” “Mmm”. She let me rearrange her as I wished. I stroked her legs open, leggings still damp with sweat – or was it sweat? She.