Jozel watched as the growing girl looked around at the wealth of testosterone she commanded. They were limbs as truthful as any confession. She would do well in remembering this display. This was her power, this was their compliments to her. For now he'd let her revel in it, and soak in the hormones that saturated the air. The Kretz leader would not have been the kind of deviant to do this, to live this life, if he didn't have appreciation for the carnal parts of the human psyche. She was affected too, it was in her blood, as it is any person's. Even the innocent had an innate knowledge and affection for this kind of thing.<br/><br/>But it was important the she wouldn't be corrupted by this power. It wasn't as easily wielded as it might seem at first glance. In the end, it wouldn't be for her, either - she'd come into his possession, so all the possible riches she had belonged to him. If he didn't reign her in, she might run with it, and try to celebrate this rambunctious craft on her own. She'd be useless then, if she cocooned her heart and meant to climb the ranks on her own.<br/><br/>So he called for her and she responded quickly. Her body weakened at the kiss, still so inexperienced, and he loved when she lost control of her eyes. He was establishing himself well as some kind of superior entity in her mind. The men sighed in longing when they saw how the girl knew to take the saliva down into her belly without being told so. Kretz even stroked her cheek for it, so she would stow it away as a reward for behavior he liked.<br/><br/>They gasped in jealousy and pumped their ring of cocks rather vigorously when she sat down on her knees without protesting. The girl who'd  been so cocky waking up was now fully adhering to the role Jozel was assigning her. It was quite the image, the good girl undressed, sitting down by the commanded of the fully clothed leader. He stroked the fingers that had been inside her over her forehead and smiled down at her. "Yes there is, Anastasia." he assured her when she asked for more tasks. He nodded around at everyone again. "Everyone's out except me. Take me out."<br/><br/>And when she did, her mind would be able to see the simple logic. While they were large men with fitting appendages, none surpassed Kretz, who was otherwise a more elegant, direct shape. Heavy in her hands, the half filled limb was still growing, even so larger than any other here. It was monstrous in comparison, and not fitted for a girl's first intimate toy. By how shallow she was, he was looking forward to trying her. "Put it against you cheek. Can you feel that it's warm? How does it make you feel?"