Smriti barged into my room out of nowhere and saw me with my hard 6” cock in my hand.I was flabbergasted and tried to hide it but couldn’t find an...thing. So I just covered it with my hands. She was also shocked, “Oh My God” were the words that came out of her mouth.I started to apologize and asked her not to tell this incident to anyone. She came near me and removed my hands, and began to examine my dick carefully. “I think I know what I want as my Birthday Present,” she said. She got hold of. It is a very different group of cultists that surrounds me now. Black robes, cheaply-dyed wool. Hoods raised. No silks or golden sun discs. To the right the owner of the wrist is crumpled, small, robed like the rest. A woman. I study her aura for a moment. Drained, exhausted, probably no permanent damage. In need of rest before being fed on again. The rest have backed off a pace and the chanting has ceased. The crackle of torches compete with the faint clash of steel far down the passageway. We. As he repeated Fifi’s denouncement of her host (in his best imitation of her theatrically withering tones) of having been rusticated with ‘nothing for company but this vicar’, Lucy again had to reach for her handkerchief to brush away tears of hilarity.“I’m sorry to laugh, Tobias,” she apologised, “You tell it so amusingly, but what a thing to say! Anyone would be lucky to have you to keep them company,” she said, leaning towards him, smiling, placing her little hand on his.There was a second’s. I studiously kept a blank face ignoring the scene around me knowing instinctively that was the best course of action when surrounded by the enemy.We were assigned to a dorm room that had almost a score of other female orphans, all in their early teens and some even as young as single digit tender years.The main dining room was a converted auditorium with long tables being served by other orphans dressed all in black like a flock of ravens fluttering about but never quite landing in one spot for.