The Sybians stopped immediately, but the four women continued to moan and whimper as they were wheeled away. I rolled slowly past them and went around the end of the building to the other side. “Number?” he asked, and I said, “Number three.” He replied, “Time?” and I reflexively sputtered, “What?”
“If there is a tie,” he said slowly, “the one closest to the time is the winner.”
“OK,” I said. The only way to handle an overload of pleasure is to keep pushing it aside and continually building taller and taller walls against it until it finally comes crashing over the top of your dam. He waited a couple of minutes and then called out “Eight!” He was just about to call out “Nine!” when slave number one let out a deep groan that soon morphed into a shrill scream as the two small balls and the bowling ball crashed down. My brothers will want to thank you.”
I smiled at him and said, “My friends call me W.”
I chuckled as a look of abject fear filled his face
