. .” “But . . .?” I said. “But, you had skills, I remember looking at your file back in the day,” she said. “Yeah, but skills that othe... guys also have and they’re not cons. Anyway, I get by. There’s no serious pressure, and I like that particular feature of my job description.” “Okay,” she said. “But, I have a question for you,” I said. “Okay?” she said. “How come you knew my inmate number? I mean you must have been around thousands of cons in your career. You couldn’t have memorized. The issue is keeping my tongue out for an extended period of time. Not only does it get dry and sore but I have to fight the instinct to pull my tongue in my mouth to wet it or lick my lips. If the paper drops or my tongue leaves the paper or the wall for even a split second, I have to start over again and my timer is doubled from what it was before. Normally I’m given this punishment if I have speech rules that I’m not following properly. I think the longest I ever held my tongue to the. The giggles were infectious and Rob couldn’t help a goofy grin covering his face. “Darling look at what a perfect specimen Robbie is. You couldn’t have picked a better man to fuck your wife. You are so smart.” Patty giggled and the blonde rose from her knees. Anja’s slender hand gently held Rob’s cock again. She gave his thick engorged rod a soft squeeze. Luckily the sensations from her sucking were abating. Robbie had control again. “Now my darling your little hired helper is going to fuck me. Impressive." "Its just in our nature," Lonji said, reaching around to gently cup Kyla's breast. Just then, there was motion on the balcony above the gate. Three ethereals wearing ornately shaped armor strode into view, raising their hands for silence. "Hail Salhadaar!" the lead Lord began. "The season of contest begins! For a low entry fee of two-hundred gold, pit your fleshbound slaves against each other in the anointed stadium!" "Two hundred to enter, over a thousand for the manatory.