"Ahh, you're pretty good at this."  Vladsti sighed in pleasure, his hand running through her hair as she obediantly boobed her head over the rigid shaft, the musty smell filling her nostrails.  "I wonder how your other mouth is?" He mused, his fingers continueing to tangle through Ianthe's hair.  If she knew more about Grey anatomy, she knew they generally lasted quite a while, and could rise again several times over.  The assassin was in for quite a sore jaw at this rate.  "You'll have to work harder, we're almost at the workshop."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>