"When are you going to have a breakthrough?"I liked to think it was because I had been further along to begin with than they had, but whatever the rea...on, it was true that I had made no progress since our return, and I wasn't sure why.I was standing on the roof of the Tower thinking about that later that day when I felt a movement behind me."Hi Coral." I said."Hi big brother." She said. "Troubled?" Don't you already know the answer to that question?" In general, yes. Specifically? No." I'm not. This was our true main weapon of choice.I had insisted that all of the men become experts in stick fighting because the stick looked less threatening to the average bystander and was less likely to attract deadly force. Little did the average Roman know of the lethal potential of the lowly stick in the hands of a trained fighter. A major reason for concentrating our defensive shield into the lowly buckler was to allow greater freedom of movement with the stick.Our Mistress' first need for her. And worst of all, all my makeup was out on the counter. I fumbled for the shower in the hope of stalling for time. He came to the bath door and said that my water was leaking into the room below and he needed in right now. I’d run out of delays. I asked him through the door to come back in ten minutes. He refused and knocked, and said, “Please let me just take care of this, I’m the manager and the leak is ruining the electronics in the room below.” That was followed by the dreaded. She shoved me deep in her mouth and waited for every last drop, to empty in her mouth, so carefully, as to not leave one bit of lusty evidence of our sexual encounter in this very public place. She shoved my pants back up hastily, and reached for her purse, while still in seclusion, under the table. Then to my surprise her cell phone was handed to me, as she popped up from the underside of the table. She pointed to her mouth, and slid out to go to the restroom...I got the idea... as she passed.