" Then how come you said your name is Stephanie?" Mark prodded."Because it is," Sam insisted. "My name has always been Stephanie." Yeah, right. Just l...ike my name has always been Melissa."Both boys got horrified looks. "I know I don't have a girl's name, butit's all I can remember! What's my name?" Mark." No, that's not right. I'd know if I was Mark, wouldn't I?"Still puzzled, Mark stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. Hestood in front of the toilet, chagrined at the silky nightie but. The following evening the group all gathered in Robert and Catherine’s apartment. Lucy, Alice and Michelle sat on the long sofa whilst the guys all stood up behind them.Catherine liked to grandstand so she walked to the centre of the room before speaking.“Thanks for coming, we wanted to speak to you all about the next set of fantasies. We are halfway through the fantasies now, with four more to go. A couple of these fantasies do not involve the whole group or require a bit of specialist help,. I’m ready.”Emma was giddy. She climbed back on the bed between his legs, kneeling before him. She squirted the vibrator well before closing the bottle and tossing it on the nightstand. She reached down and lined up the vibe at his hole. As it touched his sphincter, he tried to close his cheeks and legs but the restraints mostly prevented that. Emma waited for him to relax before pushing the toy into him.It was bigger than her finger but small enough that the oil allowed it to slide in without. "Mark laughed. "Sandhurst is probably tougher than Eaton Hall," he said, "but I know about dirty fingernails. You do weapon training and finish with your hands covered in oil and mud and then have fifteen minutes to change and clean your fingernails for a drill parade when you are expected to be immaculate. You soon learn though."Frances laughed. "Mums can't help but be protective though."At that moment a little figure with tousled blonde hair and a blue dressing-gown wandered into the kitchen..