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closely until Arabella was in a similar state of undress.
    “Now we look.” Satisfaction was evident in his tone. “Both of you stand on either side of me while we all face a mirror. Yes, like so. Perfect.” Their reflections, he thought, were magnificent. All naked, all standing proud and all very aroused. Both Bella and Serena had their hair behind them, so no part of their body visible in the mirror was hidden. To his delight, no hair marred the silky smoothness of each mound, allowing him to see their pink lips, darker clit, and the shadowy opening of their cunt. The entrance, he mused poetically, to heaven.
    Time to move on.
    “Ah, my dearest loves. Do you realize how arousing it is to feast my eyes on two such uncovered mounds? To see each soft fold as it hides and entices, hinting at all the secrets within? A gift beyond compare. Therefore, I beg your indulgence. Tonight, you do as I say. Tonight, I will be in charge. I will not hurt you or ask for anything you do not give willingly. However, I crave the indulgence of masterful pleasuring.”
    “You said we are equal, Ivo,” Serena pointed out.
    “And we are, my love, and we are. But in all things, some are more equal than others. One person has to take charge or nothing occurs. Tonight that person is me. If, and I pray it will be so, you both agree to our continuing relationship, I will have but one-third say in our activities. At this moment, I have the need to show you both how we can enjoy a ménage, something which is important to me. In truth, something which, without, my life is not complete.”
    He waited as they looked at each other, then both turned to him. Two sets of lips, one on each of his cheeks, had him closing his eyes in sweet appreciation. Slowly, Serena moved a hand to cup his balls, and he felt Arabella fondle his arse and, for a fleeting moment, he thought, circle the rim of his anus, hinting of future pleasures.
    “Show.” Both girls spoke at once. He raised an eyebrow.
    “If you so please, Your Grace, we would like to be shown all we may choose to enjoy, if we so choose.” Once again, that finger circled as Arabella spoke, mischief in her eyes.
    “As you wish.” Turning, albeit with reluctance, from that teasing digit, he lifted the parcel from the table, feeling them watch him as he did so. He was so aroused, so ready to plunge deeply into one sweet, juicy cunt while sucking the other one to fruition. Also to show how their presents would serve. He handed the parcel over. “Inside are two boxes, one each. The only difference is the color, or rather the shade.” Standing back, he watched as they eagerly unwrapped a box each and took out the contents.
    “Oh, my goodness.” This from Serena as she took her present reverently in her hands. “Did you sit for it?” She held it against her cheek, the better to feel its smooth surface.
    “Magnificent. Truly amazing. So lifelike. It must be of you, Ivo, surely.” Arabella stroked her present.
    He inclined his head in agreement. “Now, my dears, shall I show you how to use them?”
    Two faces turned to look at him, puzzlement showing on both.
    “Use them?” Serena spoke. “Er, you can use them? They are not ornaments? I thought perhaps bookends?”
    He laughed. “Oh, definitely not ornaments. You will use them. And adore them, as I will adore watching you. For I have only one cock, can only use it to fuck one of you at a time. Obviously, my tongue will always be willing and able to help the other one of you to cl—”
    “Come,” Bella interrupted helpfully. “To come. Is that not what you say?” Her voice was all innocence, her smile was not. “For that is what we say.”
    Serena’s chuckle joined hers, enjoying, he assumed, his obvious surprise and delight. “We had not supposed we would tell you, Ivo, but why keep it a secret? For you did you not decree we would have no secrets between us?”
    “I did, and there will be none. Your presents, my loves, are from the