An so it went. Every one of the adults and some of the young ones were contributing to our wellbeing, and there needed to be some way to pay them for ...heir efforts.We had been operating in a kind of communistic economy, but that was going to fail as our community got larger. On the other hand, we were not ready for raw capitalism, yet. We needed a managed economy, right now, but we were going to need money more and more as we grew in size and complexity.It looked like we would have to bite the. I shut my eyes. He went onto his knees and I could tell my wet panties were exposed to him. How humiliating! "Please Master Tory, I- I don't think we should be..." I began but he set his fingers to the top of my panties and slid them down and I could feel fresh air on my pussy. "Stop-" I said and one of the glasses fell onto the floor, shattering. I gasped and I heard him hum. "Well, looks like one of them fell..." He began and I felt his lips rub against my clit and I moaned, gasping. His. This sparring match will be a test to see what you have both learned in my lessons, to see what your strengths and weaknesses are." Alya nodded and walked over to a weapon rack and picked out a staff that was almost as long as she was, with two sweeping crescent blades attached at either end, "This, a staff of a Battle-Magus." "Very well, assume your positions," Ilun commanded. They both stood at opposite ends of the courtyard and bowed formally, though Alya had a subtle smile playing about her. Her practiced lips didn’t need her concentration anymore, they did what was needed automatically. When he had enough of her mouth, he jerked her hair, yanking her off of him. His penis, jutting and angry, pointed at her. She waited, to see what his preference was. He pushed her face first onto the mattress, grunting in satisfaction when she obediently centered herself on the bed and stuck her ass into the air. The bed dipped and shuddered as he arranged himself behind her. She desperately tried.