"There’s a small fridge below the counter, I think there’s a jar of dills in there. Get us out three." Marisa commanded. Three? I bent down and ...ummaged through the fridge and brought the pickle jar up to the countertop. Marisa had stood up on the counter, leaving my eyes at her crotch. I raised up the jar and said, "Which ones would you like?" Marisa said in a little girly-girl voice, "Oh, I’ll take one thick one and two small ones." I paid close attention as she took the thickest one she. “Sara tells me you like giving it in the ass, mine is all yours.” I could see the glee in his eye, the twinkle of a dirty older man. He bent forward kissing my ass in every direction. His tongue found my butthole, I’m not sure if it was on purpose or not, but it felt great. He kissed and licked at my butthole, snaking his tongue deep into my anus. I felt him pull away and then felt the tip of his cock push up against my ass. I pushed back against it and felt it pop past my sphincter. He held my. "My name is Esmeralda, and yes, I am actually psychic. I do not believe in profiting off of these gifts, so I offer them up to those willing to freely receive. How about it Justin, are you willing to receive?" Wait, I don't remember telling you my name," he replied. "Shhh... Now we can begin. If anything makes you uncomfortable I want you to simply say stop. At that point I'll move back to my seat, and will only resume with your consent. Is that understood?"Justin nodded his head, then verbally. ‘The first four levels, I suppose, meant to separate the wheat from the chaff. If I’ll solve them all with brute strength I will still be safe and make a reasonable impression’.Zax was right. The first level of the Shelter Of Heroes had been solved quite quickly by ninety percent of the contenders. The remaining ten percent put a little effort before solving it and the crowd watching their mesmerizing, flashy techniques sure enjoyed the spectacles.By the end of the first hours only seven.