First we took her son into my bedroom. His mother made him strip naked and lie face down on my bed. She really checked out his ‘package’ as he und...ressed. She grabbed a souvenir wooden ruler from off my bedroom wall and started beating the shit out of her son’s ass with it as I watched her. I hardly had the desire to punish him any further but when she handed me the piece of wood I decided to at least smack him a few time for her sake. When she started counting I figured that I was in for the. “Ann Summers?” I asked, intrigued. His eyes darted over to mine. “Yes, I got you a little surprise.” A large smile spread across his face. “A rabbit.” I smiled too. I knew exactly what he meant. He turned to me, pulled out the box and opened it. He slowly pulled out the rampant rabbit. “He’s for you.” My rabbit was long and thick. Purple in colour, and looked quite bendy. He was exactly what I wanted. As Daddy walked over to me, he spat on the head of the rabbit and rubbed it over the long. She remembered the orgy of the senator Gaius Lassius. She had pushed his wife out of the way so that she could swallow his ejaculate. His wife Lavinia had been livid, so she, the spawn of Satan, had drawn her a new one. She had made love to his wife until she collapsed from the sheer force of penetration. She had taught her all the secrets she had taught Sappho. Lavinia had become her worshipper from that day on, and begged her often to come to her.She also remembered that the people fucked. “Yes, your grace. I assumed you’re not adventuring today, so I picked out the blue robe for you, your grace.”I blinked. Your grace... ? Oh. The man was in the room the whole time for all that talk of princes and thrones and knighting. I haven’t even considered that, he was just so good at fading into the background.“Where is everyone?”It finally occurred to me that I was alone in bed, and not safely ensconced in a triple-woman cuddle pile.“Lady Calliope is below, in the reading room, your.