Where her eyes were, there were only open holes, her eyelids collapsed inwards into them. Occasionally, the lids would twitch, in a parody of blinking... As she tilted her head down, tears that had puddled into the gaping sockets sloshed out and dripped onto her blouse. I held her head in my hands and kissed her face, including her butterfly-like eyelids. She reached up and put her hands on my head. Realizing that I had not told her about my injuries, I pulled her hands away from my scarred face.. Ye ain’t stupid.”“Just an asshole,” Barney said with a proud nod.“Bring yer skow round t’morrow night,” Candy said. “Six crowns, I’ll have her patched an’ cured in time fer yer morning shift.” She spat in her hand and extended it to Barney.“Done,” He put the coin he’d lured her over with in his hand, spat into it, and they shook.Jack looked down at her own hand in mild disgust and wiped it on her trousers.Candy looked at the wet coin critically for a moment, polished it on her ample chest, and. He upped the pressure getting a finger in my wet slit and my legs were writhing and my body was gyrating with intensified young womanly pleasure.“Oh yeah, oh fuck, uugh uh, uh mmm, oh my god yes, yes, yes, yes” Well he found my so sensitive clitty and worked it to perfection.I was eased back onto the sofa, my taut panties yanked off and my sweet little tight nicely manicured slit was assaulted by a pair of his probing flexible fingers. Rapid pushing and spreading of my teenage tightness. I was. I made my way trough the torrent of tourists, tournament enthusiasts and pickpockets, used my pass on the scanner and entered the fancy, air conditioned building that housed the registration office.The cut off period was noon today and so only one lone, but nonetheless very cute girl was still manning the desk. Despite my tardiness, she welcomed me with a cheerful smile. “Hello Cutie, are you here to enter the great Rasheul slave tournament?”I nodded in confirmation and showed the receptionist.