He didn't react at all, and I looked to see the skin on his palms was a few millimetres thick, meaning he couldn't feel the heat whatsoever."Hey, what...happened to your hands?" I inquired"Oh, that is the work of over thirty years of explosions, fire, acid and the recoil of rifles, pistols, cannons, and this hammer." He replied, matter-of-factly, a proud gleam in his eyes."Hey, do you matter if I test that hammer?" I asked. He replied by twiddling a knob, fitting the small rod of metal I found. "Oh, not that Master. That is entirely a matter for the Master, and there is no younger brother to take the rôle. The laws of succession will provide a suitable heir should the Master, may he live for ever, meet with some unfortunate accident. It is a matter of the Ruby Palace itself. It is expensive to maintain in readiness for a Master who may not arrive to live in it for some years," the man explained."Oh, very well. Let us inspect it and decide what is to be done. I thought that the harem. They dare each OTHER to swallow my impossible bishop and watch it geyser so I don't get much chance to really pleasure them. I insist that anyone staying to watch has to be naked too. It's still not enough. Some try to take me inside and all fail, just as Lois and you did." Oh so cocky! Got tit! Well, given my lack of tits, maybe I shouldn't say that about me? Up until 'some try to take me inside, ' you were doing well. But rubbing your bare bishop against an invisibly diseased pussy resets. He understood and calmed the crowd down.They told it was about 12 and that we have to start the count down for new years. We went inside and celebrated with everyone else. But the whole time I and Shweta were beside each other. Giving each other naughty smiles and touching each other whenever we could.The heat was just not dying out. In fact, it made us hornier. As soon as the celebration ended, I told everyone that we are leaving for our home. They asked us for dinner but we had the plans to.