Maryanne's illusion had given up the pretense of washing him, and was simply seeking to pleasure him as much as possible, now. Her lovely dark-painted mouth wrapped around his girth and began to bob, going deeper than even his mighty endowment should be able to do comfortably-after all, she had no airways to worry about. Perhaps reflecting the change in Dancer's mood, two of the women, Leaping Blaze and Dora, left off washing off Pride and began to spank Maryanne mercilessly while she worked.<br/><br/>To his side, Dancer quieted and shrank in his grip, her huge melons pulling away from him imperceptibly.<br/><br/><strong>"If it please you, your majesty, I would prefer that remained between me and my god."</strong>