Their owner was another gorgeous young woman, of course, with long green hair and absolutely nothing on. The only difference was that her hair was a s...ightly paler shade of green. She smirked. ‘Hello, there.’ Her slender fingers crawled up his leg. ‘Comfortable now?’ ‘I…ah…’ He stared. Something was very wrong here. These were nymphs. Wicked nymphs. Nymphs who wanted to use him. Endlessly. Without escape. Making him scream. Giving him untold and unending pleasure. All he had to do was sit still. “I need to call my mom,” I said as I stood up.“Use the phone on my desk.” Joan smiled again at me. “Now scoot!” she ordered playfully.I had just settled in behind Mrs. Goodwin’s desk when Mrs. Cole came into the office. It was a good thing too: my penis making a huge bulge in the front of my jeans.“What are you doing here?” she snapped.“Mrs. Goodwin said I could use the phone to call my mom, Mrs. Cole.”“All right,” she said, “Just make it quick.” She then did something very odd: she smiled at. It was rumored that he had been a peasant in his own lands, and many speculated about the increase of estate he had acquired by marrying into such a prosperous family, and how he had somehow tricked or blackmailed poor Violet into such a marriage. He had died under mysterious circumstances, and none were truly sorry to see him go. But his legacy lived on in young Marcus, the boy nobody would take in. As such he had become almost a child of the court, sleeping in spare rooms in the castle,. Go now and get your mistresses ready. Let them know we will be joining them in about fifteen minutes.”I saw the girls disengage themselves from their partners and file out of the room accompanied by Richards.“I saw you enjoy that, John. I did not want Jennie to be disappointed by your performance. You seemed on the verge of ejaculating. Sunita is extraordinary and also a favorite of Jennie's. You both will find many uses for her tonight.”“Where do you find them? They are beautiful and seem to.