"Well, you're a lovely girl and you have very nice manners. Thank you forlooking after us so well. Oh, and what's your name?" Sandy, Ma'am." And that'... short for ...?"I almost blurted out my real name, I was getting so relaxed with theseladies. 'I should have thought this out before!' I thought. Luckily Ireplied with the female version of my name. "Alexandra, Ma'am." I was soglad my brain was in gear."Oh, I absolutely love the name Alexandra. A beautiful name for abeautiful girl." Everyone. If it becomes a problem, we can juggle it a bit, eh?” All three smiled. “Now, if you don’t mind, we’d like a small sample, so we can tell the other girls what to expect. Can you do that?” Gail smiled at me and all three girls stood and wiggled off their panties, tossed them on my desk, turned about and leaned across my bed with their toes on the floor and feet well apart, cunts bulging, buttocks bare. My prong responded to the invitation without hesitation. I stripped off my shorts, smacked my. Holding the intimidatingly long – and wide, my God! can one take something that thick? – plastic phallus by its base, she pressed its bulbous knob against my pussy and rubbed it quite firmly up and down my cleft. I shuddered, a thread of fear running through my churning desire, heightening it to an all-consuming flame. I could tell how intensely Miss Reeve wanted to give me this, wanted to spear it into me, impale me on its shiny plastic length. Her eyes glittered, her cheeks were flushed. “No,” answered Gabe as he shifted Celia to his right arm, “they’re right here.” He drew the sword and displayed it and the ring on his left hand.“Where did you get those?” the sick man demanded in a panic.“Where your late brother hid them,” Gabe answered. By now the sick man had seen the other ring on Gabe’s right hand, under Celia’s butt and had panicked.“Who are you?’ he demanded in desperation.“I am Gabriell, Duke of Pembrook, and Prince of the North,” Gabe answered, “and you are under.