Did he find this funny? Masterwork Craft? What did she think I was, some sort of automaton? “Why do you need to run tests on me?”“Isn’t that w...y you are here, Masterwork Craft?” frowned the acolyte. “To assert your connection to our God? But first I need to prove that you are one of Krab’s greatest creations.”“Creations? I am a human, not a thing put together in a ... in a workshop!” I huffed.“Of course, of course,” the acolyte said. “That is how amazing Krab’s tinkering is.” The girl’s ruby. “Yes, Sir. I’m a real boy-whore. Please fuck my other fuckhole, Sir.”“Fast learner. Get on the bed.”Stumbling a bit due to his arms still being tied behind his back, Ben stood and climbed onto the bed on his knees, then Patrick pushed him down, pressing his face into the damp patch that still smelled of his own and Smita’s cum. The latter retrieved a bottle of lube from the bedside table drawer and passed it to her husband. He poured a generous serve down Ben’s crack, spreading it around with. The Sultana continued to pace, concentrating, and pausing now and again, as if some important point occurred to her, as she tilted her head from one side to the other. The sisters’ attacks were very logical for an army that wanted to weaken border defenses because they couldn’t challenge a kingdom head on, but not very logical for forces of destruction such as the sisters. Then she shook her head and took her seat again. Something was perplexing her, and it just wouldn’t be solved.. "Oh my god...kidding! Yeah. I have it," she assured him.Evan took a deep breath. "Ok...well uh...could you please...?"Savannah seemed to briefly consider his request, before nodding and tookthe key out of her pocket. "Two minutes. Fitting room..I'll make surethe coast stays clear but go NOW. I mean it...I swear there will be hellto pay if you're even one second longer."He took the key, his fingers trembling. He didn't completey trust her,but he had no choice if he wanted to be set free.Evan.