Trembling beneath his regard, Sophie murmured her assent, though what she had been ordered to do. . .the maid had to stop herself from thinking about what was happening, lest she freeze, lest her muscles lock and she find herself unable to move, unable to think.  That would be bad for her, she knew.  "Yes, Master," she said.  She crossed the chamber, and sank down to her knees in front of Aurora.  She looked up at the princess, and lifted the toy, hand trembling, until its smooth head pressed against her opening.<br/><br/>Aurora gasped as the instrument pushed into her, her head rolling back as the large cock opened her up, her moist passage accepting it easily.  "Master," Sophie dared to whisper.  "How can I. . .with my mouth as I. . .with this. . .?"