" He pulled out a box from under the counter, and opened it. Inside were two very realistic-looking fake penises (complete with testes), vaginas and b...reast pairs. "It's a new product from the up-and-coming Better Than Plastic Company. Just put these things onto your bodies, and let the fun begin. I must tell you, though, that these things are still experimental. Be warned that nobody knows what will happen if you use all the parts at once. I wouldn't suggest it." Sure, why not?" Susan replied.. . no ... no way."The coach might as well not have heard a word. "Don't worry. No one ever comes in here this time of day."In spite of himself, Tom was responding to the insistent hand, and then two hands as the coach turned toward him, a massive eight-inch dick pointing ramrod hard at him, while the coach's hands undid his belt and zipper and tugged on the pants until they dropped around his ankles. The coach played some more with Tom's prick through his white jockey shorts, and then pulled. When she wiggled the bar rolled, pinching her privates painfully. Though this caused her great pain it didn’t stop her from trying to scream and get down. John simply lashed her again and again with the rope, leaving red welts on her lower back. He walked in front of her and told her what was happening. She saw the fury in his eyes that she had never seen before and somehow, she understood exactly what has happening and accepted it, right then and there. He told her she would become is Slave.. .couldn't just leave him alive after that and Lord Gilbert is one of the few people who actually knows what he's doing. So he was a logical choice to be the replacement Chancellor.Lord Gilbert continues to drivel on. Oblivious to the fact that The Queen's mindset is obviously elsewhere. She reminisces about capturing the great city and cementing her position as Queen and effectively ending the War for The Crown. That was nearly a week ago and Marissa was quite pleased at the progress. She not.