When he started to regain his composure enough to look around at the other patrons, Corvus hoped he hadn't gawped like that, but strongly suspected he...had.No one spoke until they were ushered into the skybox. There were about thirty people in the long, curved room. Approximately a third of them appeared to be patricians, arrayed on couches around the one plexiglass wall that looked down on the sandy high-walled pit where the fights would be tonight. Currently, a string quartet was set up there. I suddenly see a little piss leak out of her. I stop playing with the plug and walk around to her ear. “Do you have to pee?” I ask. Mara nods quickly. “Have you been tied up here long?” I ask her. Again, quick nodding. “Hold it until you cum, and then release it as you cum” I tell her. A slight pause and then she nods in approval.I return to the plug that’s jammed into her cunt and begin my manipulations again. I start slow, but quickly increase the pace. I can see her head moving from side to. " I corrected him.Marcus laughed obviously embarrassed by his faux pas. "Sorry that's what I meant." I have a lesson in an hour and a half so I just need to do another ten minutes on the bike and then I need to grab a shower and get ready." I could do with a shower." Marcus admitted."I wouldn't mind joining you either if I am being totally honest." He laughed and I couldn't work out if he was joking or not. Either way my stomach did a tipple over at the prospect of him being serious."I might. My war hammer flew from my grip. It hissed through the air and smashed into the wall. I threw myself back, the club narrowly missing me. Air rushed in the wake of it. Sven yanked Kora down, the club whistling over her head. Her hair swished over them.“Rithi’s inspiration,” I snarled, flexing my fingers, my naked tits heaving. The ogre’s club slammed into the far wall. Plaster shattered, falling off it to expose the inner core of wood.“Zizthithana sent him!” screamed Zanyia as an onxy skinned.