She looked tired enough to sleep for a week. The magic had taken its toll.IIThe shouts began with the first rays of sunlight. They came from the north...and the east. I didn’t know what they were, but the still sleepy beggars and miscreants were unnerved, quickly gathering their belongings. The first of the people running away appeared from the east, they passed us and ran towards the water. Then, to my amazement, they jumped into the water and started flailing their hands.I looked at Cat. “Can. Omg, i felt like a cheap slut, i was openly flirting with him! He returned the smile and looked appreciatively at my stunning legs. ''It's all right,you can ask me anything you wanna know,none of my clients were pretty and chatty like you recently.'' I went red,blushing.. I could notice he had a boner, a growing bulge in front of his pants..I dared to ask ''Pardon me but have you ever had anything sexual with your clients?'' Now he was laughing loudly ''Hell no, of course not! Like i said, i. Then, surprisingly, Belton was the one who spoke up. "Man; that is just so much gangsta, hood, jive-ass, victim-based, racist bullshit!"Shocked at this sentiment coming from her black paramour client, Catherine, asked, "What do you mean?"Belton paused for a few seconds, getting his thoughts together before speaking. Then he said, "It's that kind of thinking that may be good for erotic stories and for making money in the porn business, but it also keeps racial stereotypes going, and prolongs all. Any drip, and we win. An increase in internal wetness over the threshold, we win. You win if you stay dry for ... what did we agree on, Fran, thirty minutes?" No, we decided to give ourselves a challenge. Twenty minutes."Ellen said, "Right. Twenty minutes, and we're not allowed to touch you in that time. That would be too easy. Now Fran, what's her baseline wetness?"I looked at the monitor pad and said, "Holy fuck, she's already excited. She's at 6.1. We've never had anyone over 4.0."Ellen.