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                                        Andrew Roller Presents
                                   NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
                                                       in
                                                  Exposure

         He bought his coffee and turned to sit down.  It was an outdoor
cafe in Paris.  To his surprise all the tables were taken; he'd been so
busy thinking about his day at work that he hadn't noticed the seating
as he walked up to the counter.  He looked around.  He was unsure what
to do.  There was one table that had just a girl at it, nobody else. 
But she was quite young, a schoolgirl, sitting and reading what was
obviously a textbook, writing on a ring notebook.  Then he was struck by
how pretty she was.  She had long golden hair that fell, lightly curled,
down past her face.  He couldn't quite make out her features on her face
owing to how her hair was falling in the way and hiding it; his eyes
travelled on to her body.  Ah, how her breasts jutted forth, despite her
obvious youth!  He took her to be about 14, then corrected it to 15. 
Her tits were just to big and luscious for a 14-year-old.  They stuck
straight out, up a little, perfect girlish cones of flesh that her white
starched blouse couldn't begin to cope with.  It looked like it was a
size too small; he could see where the fabric was straining to keep her
breasts in but their youth and size made them stick out anyway;
obviously she was wearing a bra but that must be straining too, he
thought.  She had unbuttoned a blue blazer she wore; to give her breasts
more freedom or perhaps to cope with the uncommonly warm December
weather.  It was a bright day, about 12:30.  The sun would set early but
for the moment it was pumping out almost as much heat as Dave felt he
was.  His eyes trailed on down to the end of the girl's jacket.  She
wore a flannel skirt.  It hung modestly to her knees but in doing her
homework she had been squirming in her chair; he saw her do it now as he
watched her.  Her skirt rose as she shifted her bottom on the seat,
exposing more of her bare legs.  White knit leggings rose almost to her
knees.  He suspected they could be pulled higher but it was the fashion
just now for schoolgirls to pull their leggings down, when not in
school, exposing what little their uniform allowed to the eyes of
others.  He glanced down at her black polished shoes, under the table. 
One shoe was poised childlike partly on top of the other.  No doubt the
girl's mother or school mistress would scold her if she saw her ruining
the shoe's finish like that.  Dan walked over to her.  Perhaps he was
being a bit of a molester to bother a girl so studiously engaged in her
studies, but there was really no where else to sit; he had bought a
piece of cake along with his coffee and trying to eat cake standing up
was not the easiest thing.  This was an especially large slice; the
woman behind the counter had been generous.  Eating a large slice of
cake standing up was even more difficult than eating a small slice.
         "Excuse me.  I don't mean to bother you," Dan said to the girl,
pulling a chair out from her table.  She looked up.  He was shocked to
see how youthful her face was.  He had misjudged her age.  She was no
more than 12.
         "It's alright," the girl said, just as Dan wondered if he were
taking a chair she was saving for her mother.  "I have to catch the bus
soon so you can have the whole table in a minute."
         "Just as long as I'm not bothering you," Dan said.  Even as he
spoke, he was drinking in her features.  Long dark lashes rimmed a pair
of radiant blue eyes.  Her nose was as small as her eyes were big; it
was just a pert little thing.  Her cheeks were round and pale, quite
child-like and delicate.  Her lips were red and full.  She pursed them
as she continued working; he had suddenly, quite unbidden, he told
himself, an image of her lovely lips connecting with his cock.  He could
see her sucking him, surely unwillingly.  He felt himself rise in his
pants and was greatly relieved to find that he was sitting down, with
his thighs at least partly hiding the thick bulge he was now a victim
of.

         He was 22.  He came to work early every day and although she
was new in the building she had already learned his name:  Dan Azerian. 
His tall figure and dark hair made him quite an object of interest among
the ladies who worked in the office complex.  Gwen was no slouch herself
in the looks department and so she decided to approach the young man,
who always seemed preoccupied with his work.  For, despite his haste in
getting to and from work and the long hours he put in every day, she had
noticed one other fact about him:  his crotch bulged.
         Perhaps it was just the cut of his pants or maybe, Gwen tried
telling herself, it was just her imagination.  But every time she looked
at him he seemed to be overfull down there, and when she asked the other
girls what they thought they laughed and agreed that he did seem to be
particularly well endowed.
         "He is, after all, only 22," one woman reminded Gwen.  Being as
Gwen was just a year older than Dan she decided to take matters into her
own hands and investigate personally.  Besides, she was looking for a
date for a winter festival she was going to and she didn't want just
anyone; she wanted the very best.  Dan was definitely in that category. 
She approached him one day in a hall that had nobody in it, well past
the end of the work day.  She hated staying late but her little project
demanded it.  There was an open janitorial closet and as she closed in
on him she managed to stop him just in front of its open door.  She had
pressed him a little ways into it even before she opened her mouth.
         "Hi.  My name's Gwen.  I don't think we've met before," the
redhead told the young man.  Dan felt his jaw drop.  He knew attractive
women worked in the office building; but he hadn't seen this one
before!  She was exceptionally beautiful, surely as lovely as the little
girl he was seeing every day now at lunch.  She had a sweetly cherubic
face, charming green eyes.  With no freckles, her face had a kind of
pale loveliness like unbroken ivory.  Her nose was small and her lips
were beestung.  Again, unbidden, Dan got a vision of lovely lips
enclosing his cock.  He felt the woman, or rather her substantial
bosoms, pressing him backward into a janitorial closet.  She was like a
spider closing in on its prey;  he knew she was asking him things and he
was answering, but he was so overwhelmed by her face and figure that he
had no idea what he was talking about.  Gradually, as the conversation
continued, he realized she was saying something about a party.  A
"winter festival", she called it, something very special up in the Alps,
apparently, invitation-only, did he think he would be free to attend?
         "I- I already have someone I'm seeing," Dan managed to get out.
         "Oh, what a pity," Gwen pouted.  Dan hesitated to say more but
there was such an openness in the woman's eyes; such a willingness in
her mouth, he suddenly did.  
         "She's 12, just a schoolgirl," Dan said.
         "How nice," Gwen said.  Dan felt strangely comfortable with
this woman, despite the fact that she had him pinned inside a cleaning
closet.  "She gives great blow jobs," Dan said, in a half-joking voice,
but he wasn't joking.  The girl's virgin lips had graduated just
yesterday to sucking cock; he'd taught her what to do, in a men's
bathroom of all places, one that was little known and less used, down in
a basement by a parking garage, under the coffee shop that they lunched
at every day.  The trouble was, the girl had refused to swallow, and so
he had been left with full balls.  Of course he should have just shot
himself off in a toilet, but he hadn't.  He hated the idea of
masturbating.  "Unfortunately she doesn't swallow.  Not yet, anyway,"
Dan said.  He forced a grin.  He was sure Gwen would take offense but
she didn't.  That same amazing openness stayed in her eyes.  He felt
like he could tell her anything, provided it was true.
         "I think you'd like our winter festival," Gwen said to Dan. 
She already knew she wanted him.  She didn't mind his confession about
his little friend.  A 12-year-old would hardly be competition for her;
besides, she rather liked the little school girls she saw every day,
they were so sweetly adorable.  "We have special costumes we wear. 
Everything's quite uninhibited.  We having skiing, and sledding, and
there are hot tubs, of course, and saunas."
         "It sounds quite nice," Dan confessed.  His cock had grown in
his pants as soon as the redhead met him; it was killing him now, he was
dying to go somewhere and at least give it a moment of air.  
         "We have a little place all to ourselves," Gwen continued. 
"Even though you get to meet new people the place is quite private." 
She paused, touched his chest with his finger, then went on:  "It
includes something called the mating chamber.  It's designed for both
pleasure and pain, to test the body completely.  I wonder what your
reactions would be?" Gwen asked.  She touched Dan's fly.  She pulled the
fabric flap back to expose his steel zipper.  Then she ran a finger down
the zipper.  "You say your little friend doesn't swallow?" Gwen asked.
         "Not yet," Dan replied.  He could feel sweat running down his
brow.  Perhaps he shouldn't have told this unusual, and unusually
attractive and friendly woman, about his schoolgirl sweetheart.  It was,
after all, not the most legal of relationships.  But then again, neither
was this, Dan thought, watching as the lovely redhead drop suddenly to
her knees.  The next moment his fly was deftly undone.  The woman gasped
at the size of him as he sprang to attention before her.
         "I swallow," the redhead said, looking up at Dan.
         "Thank- thank God," Dan stammered.  With exquisite slowness,
the redhead touched and fondled Dan, examining him, but not in any
judgmental way, more as if to admire something incredibly beautiful. 
Then she eased him into her mouth.  She had to stretch her lips to
accommodate him.  In doing so she paused, holding him, and told him how
wicked he must be to put such a big to a schoolgirl.  Then she got him
in, first just his head and then more of him.  Dan thought he would
scream, bringing the janitor running, as the lovely woman gave his cock
a good sucking; one better, he told himself, than he'd ever had before. 
And then, boldly and with a certain clinical perfection, the redhead
brought him to spilling.  She sucked down every drop, dutifully, letting
him thrust as deeply into her throat as he wished.  She only gagged a
little.  When he was done she opened her purse, which she had set down
on the floor in the closet.  She wiped his cock and then her mouth.  She
kissed him and she put him away.  She zipped him up.
         "There," the redhead said to Dan.  She stood up.  She took his
hand and drew him out of the janitor's closet.  Just then the man
assigned to clean the hallway came around the corner, down at the end. 
"I think you'll like the costumes we wear at our winter festival," Gwen
said to Dan, not even noticing the janitor, or not caring.  "They keep
much of the body covered, so one can go outside.  But they allow, or
rather require, the display of what you just gave me."  Dan gaped at the
woman.  The janitor passed them as they walked up the hall.  He tipped
his hat to them, Parisian-manners in a high class building, Dan
thought.  He went to his closet and began banging around in it as Dan
and Gwen reached a bank of elevators and the redhead touched the `down'
button.
         "You mean, the penis?" Dan asked.
         "Yes," Gwen smiled.  "The female costumes are equally fetching
but given your condition," she said, touching his groin, "Which
incidentally has not gone unnoticed by the more observant young women in
this building, I think you'll find the male costumes to be really a
necessity, don't you?"
         "You mean, they leave my dick hanging out," Dan said, as they
stepped into the elevator.  The door closed.
         "Hanging out isn't quite the word, given the way you've been
bulging around here," Gwen said to Dan.  She pushed the elevator's stop
button.  The elevator lurched to a halt.
         "Really, have I been that... obvious?" Dan asked the young
woman.
         "Yes, but only to those who wish to take an interest in such
things.  People of the female persuasion," Gwen smiled at Dan.  She put
a finger to his lips.  "Don't worry about it," she said.  "However I
think you'll agree that spending Christmas with your dick at attention
wouldn't be the most unappealing of vacations, would it?"
         "I...well..." Dan said.  The redhead took off a business vest
she was wearing.  She dropped it to the elevator's floor.
         "Of course you're new," Gwen said.  "So you would begin at the
party with the rank of novice.  However given your endowments I'm sure
you would progress rapidly," Gwen said.  She began unbuttoning her
blouse.  Dan felt his mouth watering as her tit flesh began to be
exposed.  If ever there was a woman with magnificent breasts, it was
this creature.  Suddenly Dan found himself helping; a moment later the
redhead's blouse was undone and she was turning her back to him to he
could quickly undo her bra.  "Your little schoolgirl friend is welcome
as well," Gwen said, turning again to face Dan.  He gaped at the sight
of her wonderful big tits.  They were like something out of a men's
magazine.  "Go ahead, kiss them," Gwen said to Dan.  "I can see you want
to."  Dan slobbered over the redhead's bosoms for several long minutes,
drawing them into his mouth as deeply as the abundant flesh would allow,
savoring their succulent points, their quivering softness.  These were
real breasts, not enhanced but grown this way, one of the wonders,
surely of Paris.  Gwen gasped as Dan sucked her.  She told him he
suckled like a baby.

         It was called the Antler Lodge and Dan had reserved a room
there, for himself and Cindy.  She was his 12-year-old girlfriend.  He
still wondered if he should be bringing her to such a place but when
he'd broached the subject with her she'd readily agreed, either out of
boredom or what he didn't know.  He had finally taught her to swallow,
at least some of himself anyway, down in the men's room that they used
for their trysts.  She had a mother but no father; her mother, seeing a
new man, had asked few questions when Cindy had told her a girlfriend
had asked her on a skiing trip.  Cindy had even had the girlfriend in
question fake a note, copying her mother's handwriting.  So all had been
settled; Cindy would be with her girlfriend and Cindy's mother, unknown
to Cindy or so she hoped, would be having a very sexual Christmas with
her new lover.
         The 12-year-old smiled at Dan.
         "My mom's going to have fun this Christmas and so am I!" Cindy
grinned.
         "Just don't tell her," Dan said.  There was a knock on the door
to their room.  "I wonder who that is," Dan said.  He and Cindy had just
checked in five minutes before.  He went to the door and opened it. 
Gwen stood there smiling, elegantly dressed in a gown, her hair piled
up.  She had two packages in her hands.  "You're a bit late for the
dinner party but just in time for the other festivities," Gwen said to
Dan.  
         "Sorry.  There was a storm coming up," Dan said.
         "I know!  The weather outside is quite forbidding," Gwen said. 
She eased into Dan and Cindy's room, moving like liquid mercury in a
silvery gown.  "The hour's late but like I said there's still much more
to come.  Here's some things for you to put on if you'd like to join
us."  She laid the packages on the room's bed.  She smiled at Cindy. 
"Are you Dan's girlfriend?" she asked.
         "Sort of," Cindy smiled.  Her look was bashful.
         "I'm glad to see you'll be spending Christmas with us," Gwen
said.  "We have a Christmas Eve party starting in just a few minutes. 
In the Oak Room.  We have the whole lodge to ourselves so don't hesitate
to put on what I've brought you.  Even the desk clerk is one of our
group," Gwen said.  She paused, looked at Dan with easy familiarity,
then at Cindy again and said, "Of course just because the costumes are
revealing doesn't mean you have to agree to anything," Gwen said.  "Not
anything substantial, anyway.  Touching's permitted as long as it's
discreet, both for you and the others."  She smiled, turned to go.  "I
hope to see both of you soon!" she said.  And then she was gone, leaving
the mystery packages on the bed.
         "Do you want to see what's in them?" Dan asked Cindy when Gwen
was gone.
         "Yes!" the 12-year-old answered.

         The costumes were like nothing Dan had ever seen before. 
Opening them, they both realized they'd have to completely undress to
try them.  Cindy's came with a note attached:  it read that if she was a
virgin, she would be permitted to wear panties.  They were not included,
she would have to provide her own.  The 12-year-old gulped.
         "We don't have to do this if you don't want to," Dan said to
Cindy.
         "No, it's alright," Cindy said.  They fumbled some more with
the costumes, then they undressed.  When they were naked they stood
admiring each other for a few minutes.  Then they kissed, and took a few
more minutes loving the feel of each other's warm bodies.  Finally the
12-year-old asked Dan if he'd like his cock sucked.
         "I think I'm supposed to keep it presentable for our new
friends," Dan said.
         "Mmmm," Cindy said.  She licked her lips.  There was a knock on
the door.  Dan grabbed a towel from the bathroom and went to the door,
tossing a towel to Cindy.  She wrapped it around herself as Dan opened
the door.  It was Gwen.  She no longer had her gown on.  Her hair had
been unpinned; it hung loose around her shoulders.
         "Ready?" Gwen asked brightly.  She stepped into the room.  Dan
gasped.  The woman was decked out in the sort of costume she'd left for
Dan and Cindy to put on!  Long tiger-print leggings stretched up her
legs to her pussy.  There they stopped, just short of her cunt, leaving
her lovely red-haired bush well displayed.  At the front of each legging
elaborate laces tied, making a pretty big bow on the front of each of
her thighs and keeping her leggings from falling.  Ankle boots
complemented her costume. They had high heels to show off her bare ass
when she walked.
         For her ass was bare, the next garment she was wearing not
being panties but a jacket.  It was zipped halfway up.  It had the same
tiger-print pattern as her leggings.  But it was so tight that it bound
her ribs like a corset, and was completely incapable of closing over her
substantial bosoms.  Her arms were covered, as protection from the cold
if she wished to go outside in her outfit.  A tiger-print fur collar,
tied around her neck, kept that part of her body below her chin warm.  A
bit of cloth attached to the collar hung down over her upper chest and a
little into the V of her bosoms.  It did nothing to hide her tits, which
jutted out at Dan and Cindy like ripe cantaloupes, but it would keep her
from catching cold.
         Gwen had mittens on, matching tiger-print ones that were
designed to go with the rest of her outfit.  In one hand she held a red
scarf.  She also, in that same hand, held earmuffs.  Clearly she was
intending to brave the cold outside, if only for a few minutes.  She had
a hat on her head, a santa-hat that had, however, the same tiger-print
coloring as what was fitted tightly to her body.
         "We haven't dressed yet," Dan, standing in his towel, said to
Gwen.
         "Well the group is going to go over to the chamber soon, the
mating chamber.  I'd like you to get to know everyone first, though, so
hurry!" Gwen said.  "Would you like some help getting into your
outfits?" Gwen asked.
         "I- I suppose we could use some help," Dan said.  The way the
fabric clung tightly to Gwen he could see that the whole thing would be
a tight fit, both on himself and Cindy.  He had been required to measure
his girlfriend a few days earlier.  That had been fun; they'd done it
down in the men's bathroom.  Gwen had measured him that day in the
elevator.
         Soon both Cindy and Dan were dressed in the uniforms of the
partiers.  Dan was shocked to see how small and cute Cindy looked in her
tiger-print clothing, complete with a pair of snug white panties that
Gwen insisted she wear over her virgin cunt and bottom.  As for Dan, he
was dressed similarly, except that his leggings tied in back, without
the elaborate lacy bows.  His uniform differed a little in that he was
to wear tiger-print underpants.  However they had a hole in the front of
them, plus the bottom of them, the part that slung under his balls, was
detachable.  Laces drawn up to Dan's right hip kept the pouch-like
underside of his underpants in place.  If he undid the laces, though, or
if someone untied them for him, the fabric underneath him fell away and
his balls could hang free.  As for his dick, thanks to the hole in the
front of his undershorts there was nothing to hide it.  He stuck out a
full twelve inches, awing both Cindy and Gwen with his erection.  Dan's
ass was bare; the tiger-print underpants had a big space in back to make
sure his "sexy behind," as Gwen called it, was completely on view at all
times.  Even outdoors, for it was clear now to Dan that their party was
designed as much for indoors as outdoors, for in their warm fur garments
they could handle either, provided they didn't stay out too long.  The
idea of exposing his hard-on to the winter cold made Dan stand at even
greater attention.  Gwen smiled and told him it was time for he and
Cindy to meet the other guests.
         In a room adorned with a Christmas tree and hanging
decorations, including mistletoe, Dan and Cindy were introduced by Gwen
to the others.  There were a dozen in all, just enough for the kind of
experimentation the group obviously had in mind, without the numbers
being overwhelming.
         "Oh my, how nice," A woman said.  She reached out and touched
Dan's penis as a drink was placed in his hand.
         "How daunting," another woman said, and joined the first in
feeling Dan's penis.  Dan gasped.  The women were gorgeous, looking very
cute in their tiger-print outfits that matched his own.  As their
fingers stroked him, so calmly and without reservation, Dan worried that
he would spill on the room's sumptuous carpet.  He saw a drink put into
Cindy's hand.  Then someone was blocking his view of her, and Dan found
his cock admired by men as well as women.  
         "Oh God," Dan said, surprised and offended by how the men
reached out and fondled him as frankly as the women did.  Gwen smiled at
him and took Dan's free hand and placed it on her pussy.  He felt the
lovely short red hairs, and then a little lower, unable to resist
touching the lips.
         "Nothing is forbidden here," Gwen said to Dan, as he fondled
the woman's cunt and a man, whose name he didn't even know, handled his
bursting erection.   
         "Everyone is required to get to know everyone else," the man
said to Dan, and then passed him off to another man, who took him and
held him as if weighing a stiff summer sausage in a market stall.  Dan
heard Cindy squeal.  He couldn't see her and then suddenly he could; her
young outthrust bottom was a subject of much attention, even with
panties on  They were tie-at-the side panties.  Several guests teasingly
pulled on the ties without pulling so hard as to release them.  Cindy's
bottom was patted by three guests as she was urged to take and hold the
penis of a man.  With her drink still balanced, though somewhat
precariously, in her other hand she agreed to gently stroke him.  She
was introduced around, everyone being told her name, she being told
names in turn but too surprised and overwhelmed to absorb them.  Each of
the men's penises was in turn offered to her.  Shyly she accepted them,
fondling each one.  Her jacket was short enough to show her navel.  As
she handled the penises her bare belly was pressed and patted, as if to
assure it that it would soon be filled with sperm.  Then, more daringly,
her panties were pulled down in front and her pussy tickled.  This
provoked her to giggle.  Her tits bounced; this wiggling invitation did
not go unanswered.  They were patted and squeezed, gently, even as Dan's
rear end was eased apart and explored by a probing finger.  Dan's breath
caught in his throat.  He turned to look who it was; it was Gwen.
         "You must not flinch, my dear, you will have to take something
up here before the night is finished," Gwen smiled at Dan.
         "I- I think I have to pee," Dan said suddenly, realizing that
he had not gone since his arrival at the lodge.  He thought this would
let him get free of Gwen and the others, for however briefly a moment,
but Gwen simply lowered her drink glass, which happened to be empty, and
put it at the head of Dan's penis.  She didn't even take her finger out
of his ass.
         "Go ahead," Gwen said to Dan.  Then raising her voice she said,
"Everyone!  Dan has to pee!"
         "Oh my."
         "How delicious!" two women commented.  The group crowded round,
even little Cindy, all of them peering down at Dan and his penis.  Of
course, with so much attention, he couldn't go.
         "I-I can't go now," Dan stammered.
         "Take your time.  We'll wait," Gwen said.  Suddenly Cindy let
out a cry.  
         "Oh!  My bottom!" the 12-year-old said.  She blinked with
surprise.  A man had pulled down the back of her panties.  She looked
around at him, then she smiled, sheepishly.  Dan lifted his eyes from
his cock and, seeing the man, frowned.  But the man held and squeezed
Cindy's ass, obviously enjoying the feel of being able to cup her small
bottom almost completely in his large hand.
         "A spanking would bring her blood up nicely in her seat," the
man said, looking down at Cindy's pale white ass.  "May I spank her,
sir?" the man asked Dan.
         "Say yes," Gwen told Dan, her finger still in his bottom,
pressed hard now against his tight anus.  She took hold of his cock with
her other hand.  She kept him the head of him poised, despite a sudden
trembling which took him, over her glass.  Suddenly Dan peed into Gwen's
glass.  There was a brief applause by the crowd.  Then Gwen said, "Don't
overfill it, dear." as Dan threatened to do so.  With an agonized groan
Dan stopped the flow of his urine, there in front of all those watching
eyes.
         "Mmm.  Good control," a woman said.  Dan's cock was immediately
patted and fondled by everyone present, even little Cindy, who reached
out and touched his member as the man next to her kept his hand on her
ass.  No doubt it was the number of hands on Dan's cock, and the
pleasure of them, which spawned his next utterance.
         "Yes," Dan said, almost croaking it, to the man who was cupping
Cindy's behind.  The girl, whose ass he had never so much as smacked,
looked at him with sudden ruefulness.  Who was he to give permission
regarding her bottom?  And indeed, Dan realized that he did not have any
right to give permission, as the hands, both male and female, continued
to apprise his erection, and comment on his beauty.  But the man had
permission, and he now took Cindy over to a chair along one wall of the
room, next to the Christmas tree.  The girl dragged her feet, wearing
little boots that she'd worn with her outer clothes up to the lodge but
which now complimented her tiger-print outfit.  Nonetheless she was no
match for the man, and he quickly had her upended over his lap, he
sitting in the chair and her face down by the presents around the tree. 
He did not slap her at once but instead spent some time admiring the
ripe perfection of her upturned behind, stroking it and, to a squeal
from Cindy, pulling the cheeks open.
         "It will take some work to get this little ass ready for cock,"
the man observed.  He looked up at Dan.  He savored the sight of the
young man as he strove not to spill himself under the guests' petting
hands.  With his own hands fondling Cindy's warm rump over his knee, not
rushing anything, though Dan at this instant had a sperm load that was
dying to rush out of his dick, the man said to Dan,  "May I suggest,
sir, that she be forced to wear a butt plug?"  Cindy yelped at the
suggestion.  She was only 12, but she'd heard of such things, in the
girls' locker room at her school.
         "What?" Dan asked.
         "A butt plug," the man said, still gently patting and easing
Cindy's bottom apart, only to have the girl snap it shut at the first
opportunity.  "She is quite tight, as, being 12, she obviously would
be.  Here we of course strive to see that all parts of the human anatomy
are available to exploration.  I believe you are feeling even now Gwen's
finger pressed against your own rose hole, are you not?"
         "Yes," Dan confessed, after a moment, feeling Gwen putting
pressure on him there.
         "It is quite common for novices at our party to arrive with
tight bottom holes," the man said to Dan, as if discussing horse racing
with him in a men's locker room.  "That is why I suggest a butt plug for
yourself, before we even leave here, as no doubt the women will want
that part of you, as well as your cock, before the evening is out.  And
for the little one here the same is recommended.  Her schoolgirl bottom
is quite tight--"
         "Oooch!" Cindy yelled, as the man proved his point by
attempting her ass hole with his finger.
         "And will require some widening before it can properly
accommodate the cocks of the men in this room.  Not to mention your own,
sir," the man holding Cindy over his lap observed.
         "Al- alright," Dan said, thinking more about how he might at
any second embarrass himself by spurting onto the carpet than about
Cindy's welfare.
         "Very well," the man answered.  "And now I think a spanking is
in order, to see that this girl behaves on her way to the mating
chamber."

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