At first, I had even offered positions in my household staff to the fairest of the accused, and as a result I had two lovely two paramours living in m... castle. Eve had been the first, raven-haired, ample of bosom and in her mid-twenties, she was an experienced and sophisticated lover. Arianna was in many ways her opposite, flame-red haired, slight, and younger even than I at 20, she was naïve and inexperienced but made up for it with a strong willingness to please. I was fortunate indeed, but. Bells chimed and she squirmed in delight from my touch. Mikes eyes popped out of his head while his jaw dropped. "She is VERY real." Ho... how is that possible? It can't be a robot!" Well no she's not... not the kind you are thinking of ant any rate." I held up my hand, palm up and flat. Tink leaped up and used my hand to strut, turn and shake her tiny ass at my shocked guest. "Tink here is a nano-particle construct. Tiny machines reproduce and build on a design that is programmed into them.. Please!" "You ready to use your mouth, princess?" he said. She nodded "yes" frantically. He got off her and she opened her mouth for a split second before darting off the bed and trying to escape but he was already right on her, wrapping his arms around her from behind and tossing her back on the bed as she giggled frantically. "You gonna behave?" "Yes, Papa," she said, grabbing the bars of the headboard with both hands. He grabbed the handcuffs off the dresser anyway and cuffed her wrists. When that volley ended I went up to Jon and pointed-out my predicament. At first all Jon said was, “Yes, nice isn’t it.” “Master,” I said, “those girls are staring at me and they now know that I know that I’m exposed.” “Okay,” Jon said, “at the end of each volley you can pull your top down. That way it will look as if you’re not doing it on purpose.” “Thank you Master.” I said, and we restarted the game. Needless to say that as soon as my right arm stretched to hit the ball my boob popped-out.