Unable to bear the teasing any longer, she swallows it, moaning as is slithers down her throat. Eager for more, she takes another lick, soon followed ...y another, and another. Before long, she has licked every last drop she can reach. Now using her hands to scoop up what little remains out of reach, she begins sucking her fingers clean. It takes her a few minutes, but she manages to ingurgitate every last drop she can get her hands on. By then, she is clean enough to keep anyone from knowing. Sorry about that.”She smiled apologetically, coughed once and completely changed her demeanor.“Alright, listen up Dude! The 129th Rasheul great slave tournament features a grand total of 128 combatants. In seven nail biting and chest pounding fights you will have to hack, slash, bite and blow your way to victory in a no holds barred match. And we are not kidding around here. Weapons are allowed, as well as items, magic and whatever else you can think of. Only requirement is that you can carry. So behave like sweet girls, you're our daughters tonight.And your friends won't find out if you're femmy and sweet."And for that hour on the clockThe moms with makeup, curlers and bowsUndertook the transformation of the cowed little flock.And the tears ran down till the moms said, "Quit!If you ruin your mascara, we'll have a fit!"Accept it: You're girlie girls down to your polished toes!"By eight sure enough there were three little sweethearts.Yellow Joan and Blue Allie were certainly a. “You may rest assured that no impropriety will occur. I have something I need to discuss privately with the chamberlain.”“Has the king been harmed?” her lead bodyguard asked. He was one of Joseph’s original mercenaries and he had great loyalty to the man.“The king is just fine,” Elena said, offering a smile. “A messenger arrived last night with news. I would expect King Joseph has already put an end to Lord Wellington and is on his way back to us even as we speak.”The man offered a relieved nod.