“I can see his c**k,” said Rachel. “At least, I can see the outline.”
“That’s because the naughty boy has got a hard-on,” said Rebecca. “Why is your c**k so big, boy? No one has touched it for at least ten minutes.”
Both girls laughed. Hansel went bright red. He looked down. It was true; though his c**k wasn’t fully hard, its shape could be clearly seen beneath the thin material. He wished he could be wearing a stout pair of breeches instead.
“Now you’re ready for her ladyship,” said Rebecca.
“Just got to do his hair,” said Rachel. She started brushing it. His hair was still slightly damp; it fell in soft waves to his shoulders. Rebecca was looking at him as Rachel brushed, her eyes glancing every now and again down to his c**k, which obstinately refused to soften. He wished he had a l
