Shrimp’s textured tongue coiled around Schaffer’s tender flesh, painting it with saliva and teasing the underside of the head where Shrimp knew he...liked it. Her mouth was so warm and the lining of her cheeks so smooth, pressing around his member like a silken glove as the alien sucked him deeper. Her undulating organ coiled down the length of Schaffer’s shaft like a fat worm, squeezing him and milking, the obedient Polar lapping at the excitement that welled at the tip. Schaffer let himself lie. Their command, a weathered Jailer in his forties, met the newcomers w ith barely a glance. Solana lost count of the doors that opened and closed to the keys on the Jailer'sbelt. The five of them descended countless narrow stairways, marched betweenwet and slimy walls. Guttering, oily torches lit claustrophobic passagewayslined with heavy, windowless doors. It stank of human waste. Cries andgroans echoed eerily from distant rooms of torment. Did the guards not feel anything? Solana looked to. Makesure they see it, and I'll tell them the rule."I curtsied. "Yes, master." I was doomed. This had the potential ofbeing really bad. Me in the same room as four males who would spendthe afternoon drinking beer and feeling macho. I hoped Ms. Underbustwould stay to act as a brake on the males' behavior, but as far as Iknew, she didn't give a damn about football, and I feared I'd be lefton my own to protect my virtue... or at least protect my crotchagainst close inspection.On Friday before the. ‘When should I be here?’ ‘Come by at about seven o’clock,’ he said with a smile. Rising, she returned his smile, ‘I’ll see you at seven, and thank you, Mr. Deacons. I appreciate this.’ ‘My pleasure. I hope you’ll enjoy working here,’ he answered, seeing her to the door. She happily returned to the hotel. She wanted to get a bit of rest before she began work that night. She went to bed, however, sleep eluded her. What was she getting herself into? She had only intended to see what sort of.