It wasn'teven resting on her doll's face anymore as it stood at attention instead,dripping with precum. "Alright princess, up on the bed you go, I'll ...eright with you once I selected the cock ring and sleeve I want to wear."Charlene said smiling broadly as she got up off the couch, walking overto the dungeon side of the room."I better find you waiting for me on the bed when I return or you'llregret it." Charlene said in a sing song voice as she placed a cock ringbehind her balls to keep from. So I switched my gaze and looked, puzzled, at his forehead. He rubbed his forehead. ‘Why didn’t you tell Reeves?’ he said. ‘Reeves said you deliberately, as far as he’s concerned, tossed the ball to the other team.’ ‘I was dopey. Maybe the Mafia had money on the game.’ ‘Scott, don’t give me a lot of crap. Nobody bets on these teams. You’re full of crap.’ ‘You should have given me a saliva test.’ ‘Don’t talk to anybody about it.’ ‘What about the press?’ ‘What press? We could use some good. But over time she found the right words to calm him down enough that they could talk.The worst was early on when he asked about her times with the nobility. She looked at him in horror and begged him not to ask about that, but as he was insistent she told him. She still couldn't lie to him even after all these seasons.After she finished telling him everything, he got up and walked away from the table and didn't look back. Gemma broke down and just cried with her face on the table for hours. It. " Really?" I say excitedly, so Jen continues. "Mistress came up withthe concept while in college, so she had a couple of engineering andcomputer slaves develop the prototype.Over the years the process was refined, the technology advanced, andwhat you have today is the third generation.Of course these are three years old, the latest model actually changescolor to match your skin tone perfectly." They must be expensive, what is her target market?" My businessdegree kicks in, so I ask."She sells.