Hm. Yes, yes I think that might be perfect. Callia, turn. Bend over. Hope soared in her chest as she obeyed. The skirt of her garment raised as she di.... It was far too short, and when her hands wrapped around her ankles, her glistening little pink cunt was fully exposed to her father and brothers. She wanted to be mounted, fucked while still in this glorious silk. They voiced their approval, and she was commanded to kneel before them. She did, knelt in the position she was taught. Her shins on. Fortunately, they also came with featureless mannequin heads on whichthey could be displayed and kept in good shape. After I'd unpacked themand had then lined up on a shelf I couldn't resist it - I just had to trythem all on. One by one I worked my way through them, posing in front ofthe mirror and being surprised by how good I looked in them. Then, weirdly,the thought popped into my head that what would really work with a blondewig was some bright red lipstick. Almost before I knew what I was. "I know that. I meant your penis boy, your penis! Does she train you to keep it under control?" Yes Miss Natalie,"I answered, thinking of all the times when an unwanted erection had been slapped down, or several forced masturbations had been employed to lower my libido."Well, erect it for me now." Natalie ordered, "I want to see your girth."My penis rose obediently between my legs, stiffening rapidly. Natalie leaned forwards and reached out to hold me in her hand which made me jerk and firmed. She grinned as she again chewed another piece of bread. Instead of answering his question, she questioned him, ‘Well, how did your past muses respond when you forwardly stated your desires you wished to perform on them?’ Hmm, yes, he enjoyed her. He answered, ‘You would be amazed what a woman would do for ten thousand dollars.’ She suddenly coughed, somewhat taken aback by his confession of having paid women to do as he desired. She roughly swallowed then asked, ‘You’re saying you paid them?’.