I kind of made the analogy pov in my head that I may be reaching into a pit of snakes. Will they bite me like a august viper, or will they be gentle like a python and just wrap themselves around me and squeeze? Either way, I’m playing with fire that’s for sure. CHAPTER 2 Traffic is brisk. Fred keeps us off the interstate telling us that there are multiple accidents there and the traffic blowjob camera's show long slow-moving lines. That's why we are taking surface streets. Just as Dakota’s cellphone alarm went off announcing that it was 9:30, Fred was pulling the limo into the parking lot of the culinary school. They had a sign that faced the street offering to teach anyone to become a chef. In my head, I was hoping that they were right. We exited the car and was greeted warmly by a young lady that worked for the school. She led us to a private kitchen and asked us to take a seat and she would send in each student one at a time. I interjected. “Ma’am, if you don’t mind, we would like to meet both of them together, not one at a time,” I say. “Certainly night sir. Let me go get them,” she says before leaving the room. I get up and walk around looking at the two ‘kitchens’ in the room. It made me think of that game show, Chopped. Similar setup. The lady returned introducing one chef as Samuel G. but likes to be called Sammy. The other one was introduced Latina as Rameses but preferred to be called Bobby. I shook hands with each guy. The lady excused herself and left the room. Jeni would be there, and the redhead badly needed to talk to somebody, even if she wouldn't Latina be able to explain everything. Scant days later, I learned what Aela had been trying to tell me: Elda, the Vilemyr whore whom I had… patronised some time ago was found near death right after we left Ivarstead, and in fact died not long thereafter. I knew she was not deliberately teasing me, but august I do not believe she is utterly innocent of the effect she has on me, either. Slaves are supposed to blowjob lick and pet your sex, not pov getting paid. “This is Mobo, my minder and personal assistant. I can’t place my finger on it, but I feel like I’ve met her before. Lizzie stammered. I would hear about it... eventually. On my asshole!” Phew! The girls loved the smiles and stares of all the boys and men; and even got a night bit of a thrill from the judgmental, disapproving sneers of the proper ladies elbowing their mates for looking. Then we spent some time at Odaiba, it was literally a mini floating city.