"Ah, Dolly," the master says, a knowing smile playing on his lips, "right on time." He's a tall, broad-shouldered man with a thick beard and piercing blue eyes. He's seen this kind of thing before, you realize with a sinking feeling. "Set that down on the sideboard," he instructs, nodding to a nearby piece of furniture. You do as you're told, the egg inside you buzzing mercilessly as you bend over, your tits swaying and your ass jiggling for their viewing pleasure. The men's eyes follow you hungrily, their conversations hushed whispers as they take in the sight of you. You can feel their lust thick in the air, and it makes you squirm.