“We’re only teasing you, don’t get upset,” Karen continued, with mock concern. “But he does look like a nice boy. I bet he’s never had a...stiff drink, or even a stiff cock,” added Megan, sending all three into another bout of laughter. This was the start of a torment that would continue throughout my time there. By the end of the day, Karen, Megan and even Emma were all urging me to show them my penis so that they could judge if I was a real man or not. They kept making out that it was all a. "Tag, I'm it!"The girls squealed and shrieked as he chased after them, catching each, one by one. For his prize, he licked andnibbled and sucked their tits. Like the famed 31 Flavors, there was a whole rainbow of reds and pinks and beige andmochas; pretty petites to heavy D's and everything in-between.Just as he was thinking about upping the ante, Rachel called out, "Never mind those sluts—" Bitch!"Rachel ignored the comment. "I've got what you really want." Standing next to her were the twins,. “But I’m not absolutely certain. Shall I measure again?” “Yes please, Sir,” I whispered. “Very well.” And then, with infinite gentleness, he raised his hand higher. This time the knuckle of his thumb nestled in the pleasure center between my thighs. He added some light pressure, opening me up even further. “Yes, I can see the problem now. My thumb was in the way of the ruler and blocked my view. Shall I move it out of the way?” “Yes, yes.” He straightened his thumb and positioned the tip at my. Cien Fraser. And Cien Fraser didn’t cry. He threw his arrogance around himself like a cloak, wrapping himself tightly in it. ‘You’ll ne’re get her back like that, my young Laird,’ Henry said from the foot of the table. Cien spun around and glared at the old man. He was greeted with a newspaper that covered Henry’s face completely. ‘What nonsense is this that you speak old man?’ Cien demanded. Henry sighed, and folded the newspaper before setting it down in front of him. ‘The Lady Regan, my.