Twisting his hip Tom guided Ed's hand into his open fly. Pressing it against his stiff cock, Tom ran his thumb over the head of Ed's cock while squeez...ng softly. Unable to break free Ed opened his hand and held Tom. A loud roar erupted when their team scored a tough down.Continuing to move his hand Tom felt the wetness of Ed's precum. Slipping his fingers under his ball sack, Tom pressed Ed's scrotum. Taking a nervous drink of his beer Ed stroked Tom quickly hoping he'd com and leave him alone.. ‘Hey, want to bet on who’s going to win?’ Jen asked. ‘Not really.’ ‘You’re no fun. I’ll bet you five bucks the blue team wins.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Their goalie has weirder rituals.’ ‘What kind of an analysis is that?’ ‘You’re not a hockey fan are you? The more bat-shit the goalie appears the better they are, that’s just the way it is.’ ‘What are you, the farmer’s almanac of sports’ superstitions?’ ‘Dude, my family is Canadian, I know these things.’ Down on the ice the game was beginning to get ugly. It. ‘Then she said had you done that thing with your tongue yet, and I said yes, and we started laughing, and then she looked thoughtful and said it wouldn’t spoil what she and you had, and when it was the other way round she’d help me with that. She’s a very wise person, Doug.’ Holy shit. I made a mental note to give Annie another hug real soon. All of a sudden I felt real relieved, real horny too. She noticed the horny part and squeezed again. ‘You foolin’ with my body, girl?’ No reply, but she. And that connection was proving more than merely both coming from Earth.Slaves are not allowed to sit at tables, even with their master. Slaves stand alongside their masters or kneel in the presentation position, as Cat was next to Goran. Goran was, however, breaking another of the accept rules by ordering two plates of and giving one to Cat. Normally, slaves would be given a meal specifically intended for slaves and was often a gruel composed of odds and ends found in the kitchen. Goran knew.