As the proceedings began, it became increasingly hard to follow or concentrate on what shenanigans the Baron was subject to – a fat, throbbing prick sliding into your throat could have such an effect.<br/><br/>When Tamaska enrolled her lips and tongue around his prick, the goblinoid master hauled a deep murr from his throat, easily overheard by anyone but the slobbering trolless enjoying his member.<br/>A few errand chills send twitches through his comparatively smaller body, but the earnest, subtle bobbing of his member deep in her mouth betrayed how well he took to the gentile care-taking she provided.<br/><br/>And so, she was commanded this lewd display while patron upon patron stepped up and presented his or her respective case to their regent: some produced it with a straight face, some spoke with a silverly cunning tongue but most, Tamaska could hear, were clearly distracted by this almost surreal presentation of perversion that happened to their left: Per chance this could end up being a benefit to the Baron – he seemed impervious to any lustful inclinations meaning he apparently could think clearly and coherently, even when his servant was serviced by a sexual slave within ear-range.<br/><br/>Atleast this was Tamaskas impression – he never seemed to waver in his comments and commands, acting decisively, speaking articulate and often driving home that his decision was the best for the Kingdom. Raw, kingsly experience seemed second-nature to him.<br/><br/>Emberspikes murr reminded her of her job – with a simple, almost languid demand, the goblin said:<br/><br/>“<b><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Yer hands – give my crown jewels a gentle massage. They've been itchin' something feisty and need a soft hand to sooth'em. And ya' better be careful, my beatiful blue-faced bitch – I ain't going to feel any jerks er' pain or Bahiyya will have fun with you in ways ya' don't want.</span></b>”<br/><br/>On that, he spread his legs gently giving her some working room – he then followed up:<br/><br/>“<b><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Oh, and -make some noise-: Mayor Bruunzfeld is having a hard time stuttering forth his pleas: Ya'll help us make him suffer for the laughs, won't ya'?</span></b>”<br/><br/>Emberspike curled his hand into her teal hair, getting a iron-firm grip: the roots of a few assorted hairstrands did itch painfully for a second or two, but obviously, the inconsiderate goblin was simply making a show out of his dominant position: He kept her pace slooow and steady, his face showing signs of excitement seeing an occasional drop of drool sliding down his prick.<br/><br/>From across the Baron, Bahiyya herself squirmed in her seat – she was fighting a loosing battle to concentrate on the atmospheric torture of Mayor Bruunzfeld who was trying to convince the Baron to raise the taxes in his municipality. The plump fellow was falling and stuttering across his words, occasionally wiping away sweat from his forehead – his glance constantly fell on Tamaska, wiggling her juicy rump in the air while performing her service.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>