TV screens at the front of the stage show a close-up of his rather plain features.The unseen announcer continues, his voice echoing through the audito...ium. “Meet Harold! Harold is a betting man, but hit a patch of bad luck and now owes one of our suppliers ten thousand dollars! Rather than ‘taking it out of his hide,’ our patron has magnanimously given Harold the chance to clear his ledger today!”Harold lowers his hand, squinting at the studio audience. The auditorium isn’t large but there are. She hadn?t said a word, in protesting her innocence or pleading for mercy, nor had she really screamed very much, but she was droning a loud and almost demented, wordless monotone that was horrible to hear. She was clearly really badly damaged and must have known that it was not over.They tried to hoist her back to her feet by her hair, but her legs were useless and she couldn?t get her feet under her, so one of them grabbed her under her armpits, dragged her up, and held her up by a massive. It was too dark for her to see Pyx's distaste (but not too dark for my night vision camera).As Pyx lapped away at her twat, Vanessa moaned back her enjoyment and encouragement.After about fifteen minutes, the red-head kicked Pyx away. "Enough! Oh god, Pyx! You are really good at that." Thank you," Pyx replied, softly."You taste different from your sister."Vanessa did not know how to respond. "Really?"Pyx nodded. "Similar, but different." Oh."Pyx crawled back up and snuggled back next to. And there were a few that they didn't care for. But they knew that I was going to do what I was going to do. And they knew enough psychology to not say anything. Eventually, I figure out my mistakes. If you're a mistake, they'll let me make it, and they'll be there for me afterwards. But I don't think you are a mistake." She paused for a second, then folder her arms across her chest and said, "Well?" Miss Lund," I said in a formal voice, "Would you like to go out with me tonight?" I'd be.