They needed 3 x C cell batteries for the radio, so they had to be quite big round. This meant ladies had to practice before using them. Unless they we...re sluts.Oleg paid sluts to test his dildoes. He checked the small ads for prossies willing to put on a show. Lesbians were best. Someone who liked a fist up her cunt, and ass. He loved to watch them wanking themselves, easing two, three, four fingers up and then their own small fist before they eased the big black plastic bomb between their pussy. "Did it hurt then?" I asked."No, but those weren't real," she protested."They may not have been real, but they were accurate. Not only will it fit but you should feel it rubbing quite pleasurably, especially along the top." I guess," she hedged, still looking extremely skeptical."You'll just have to trust me on this." I soothed. "But don't worry; soon I'm sure you'll agree." Okay," she replied still looking a bit dubious. "Speaking of sex, shouldn't you untie me so we can go somewhere more. She looked terrified, finally, at her predicament. There was no-one else in this wing of the palace at all. No-one could hear her even if she did scream. She whimpered to herself as she raised her hand to the hot red mark on her cheek."Your Royal Highness is in serious need of several lessons. Clearly your tutors were not permitted to teach you these lessons, so you will have to learn them the hard way. You might as well know that I am leaving your service soon, because I've got cancer and may. . I could trailer your Caddy to the Chevy dealer in town, that'd give you a little head start on getting her fixed."Rhonda piped up."That's a great idea, Joey." She hugged him. "We have a few hours to kill and we can pick up a few things at Wall Drugs after we drop the car off. I'd owe you big time."Joey started out the door."Joey, dont tell your folks Luke's staying here. Just say you're taking him and his car to town." He nodded and left.Joey was back with his trailer in about twenty minutes.