Almost. She smiled at me all too sweetly, and wiggled her way out of my lap. Still smiling, I guessed I had been had. Again. Then why did I chuckle to...myself?I continued having sex with Candice and Kathryn at regular intervals, but I also went out with Lindsay. Since neither of us thought that a quickie would do between us, we decided to wait for a suitable opportunity. Talk about weird. I was 'cleaning my pipes' with Candice and Kathryn, and 'dating' Lindsay. It was clear that all the ladies. ”“Thank you, Your Highness,” said the spokeswoman, then after giving him a quick curtsy she dashed for the door before anyone could say anything to stop or slow her down. Behind her the rest of the catering crew looked as though they wanted to get going after her.“One moment,” called the Prince, holding up a hand to keep people in place. “I need a couple more concubines and so do my friends here, so if you are interested in joining us then please stay, otherwise feel free to leave.”The majority. Oh shit, I can't ask that." Can't ask what?" asked Collette. There was a long silence, Collette waiting patiently."Collette... oh, god, this is embarrassing." Collette again waited for her."Collette... Dave has told me... you know. About... you know, about you and him." I know, Sammy," said Collette gently. "He told me." He did? Oh, thank god," Sammy said fervently. "I didn't want to break any, you know, confidences you guys have." No, you didn't, Sammy. Dave and I are very close. Well, that's. Tiffany had dressed simply so as to not arouse suspicion. She wore her lacey bra and silky panties (that she had conveniently cut a teeny hole as she knew it would soon be enlarged) beneath her outer garments. Her top was a flimsy thin cotton shirt with a collar and three smooth buttons, its pattern of rosy flowers splattered across the bosom. Covering her panties was a long smooth skirt. Tiffany never wore clothing with too many buttons – it just wasn’t flattering to the blubbery.