He spins me around on the table and spreads my legs open to the window. He grabs my hand and places it on my clit while telling me “keep her wet for...me and show your audience how well you can do it!”. He puts his hand on my chin, gives me an upside down kiss then guides my head to hang over the edge of the table. He pulls out his throbbing cock and rubs it all over my face. As he gives me a mushroom slap across my cheek he says, “Make me nice and wet too!” with that, he drives it into my mouth. " Under the circumstances I think you can call me 'Art'," Dad dean-panned in a stern voice, but seeing Fran looking uncomfortable, he hastened to add. "Just joking! I am truly delighted you are here. You are so very good for George. Besides he is 18 now - you may recall we celebrated his birthday yesterday - so he is his own master." Well, it is your house," I interjected."No, George. It is our house," Dad replied. "And Fran is welcome any time."We fixed ourselves breakfast - Dad had already. .. Billy, and uh Steve, and …oh yeah Mike. I smiled at them as best I could. They looked at me with a hunger and pity, as if they knew something I didn’t. Samantha broke the awkward silence and offered the men drinks. Billy and Steve wanted beers but mike wanted whiskey straight. Samantha told me to pour him one and I quickly did handing it to him, my little fingers shaking. He smiled down at me, “well thank you princess” he said with a semi sarcastic tone. “Yo… you’re welcome” I stammered out. What really worried Moai was that Brayla was the only girl in this induction from the royal family. She was certain that, if none of the others slipped up, that Brayla's efforts would be judged unfairly and the poor young girl would end up as the priests' gruesome sacrifice.She discussed her fears with the Lady Aurella. The ancient ghost woman merely smiled and offered her vaugely worded assurances that "things will work out". Clearly, the former queen knew something important that she was.