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Eventually I stood, pushing layers of gauzy blue back down. Beza was disheveled, orange skirts still high, and Joshan, ever patient, was hard and ready just in case his services were still required.
“Beza, finish him, will you?”
My serving girl nodded, and set to working at Joshan’s c**k with her mouth.
I breathed in and out deeply, watching her enthusiastic work. Joshan’s eyes were on me should I need him but I shook my head and watched the man dissolve in bliss. I knew just how good her tongue could feel, and didn’t want to interrupt his pleasure.
They would have to be quick, though. A squad of zoomers would be here shortly to fix the mess we’d made. I knelt down to pick up a pottery shard. I couldn’t say how old the vase was, there was too much history to choose from, I only knew
