<strong>Alias</strong>The Glutton<br/><strong> Location</strong>Private room<br/><strong>Time</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Goldilocks, Cinderella<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Called for you? Mmm, mmm, yess, so I did," the Glutton smacked his lips, choking down a wad of honey and strawberries. "You will indulge me, I think, the both of you, and most sumptuously at that. Mmm, yes indeed." He placed honey-coated strawberries upon the young pink lips of Cinderella and Goldilocks both. "As I dine, I think I shall give both you girls something to feast upon alike. Mmm, hmm, yes, just look at you there, fine young things upon your knees, so well trained, mmm yes you are so I see. We shan't let that go to feast, no we shan't..."<br/><br/>The Glutton helped himself to another strawberry, and scooted his bulk forward in his chair. Then his left hand was in the aptly named Goldilock's golden locks, fingers thick and strong, and leaving a gooey spiderweb of honey. He fed her another strawbery, tugged her face toward his lap, and widened his own legs where he sat. With his right hand, he worked at his own breeches, until he had got himself exposed. A monstrously thick sausage of a cock sprang forth, already quite erect, and slapped Goldilocks right in the face.<br/><br/>The Glutton's right hand then fed Cinderella another strawberry, and  upon her scalp, to bring her head into his lap right alongside Goldie's. He slapped his cock back and froth against the girls' cheeks, and his balls swung heavily against their chins, like tennis balls volleyed between two players. "Mmm, now my girls, appetites whetted my sweets I trust, dine now upon meatier main fare. Plenty enough for the both of you, I should think. Yet we will play a little game all the same...whom, I wonder, shall prove the cat that gets the cream?"