The two had finished with him and were prepping themselves to leave. Wanre was about to ask if they would be gracious enough to unbind his hands since he'd been laying on them since arriving here they had lost much feeling.<br/>But before he could speak the Jabbress entered.<br/>"I hope you enjoyed his cock, the pair of you." The Jabbress said. "I also hope you have not drained him dry. He has further service to perform."<br/>"Today I was shamed in the marketplace, before the eyes of my rivals I was made a laughing stock." The calculating slave mistress feigned great anger. "My personal guardwoman, unable to stop a mere unarmed male slave and brushed aside."<br/>The Nubian guardwoman, who had been assaulted earlier, blushed in shame and hung her head. She offered no excuses or arguements to her scolding, her failure to subdue the unruly slave was inexcusable.<br/>"Such failure cannot go unpunished." The Jabbress stated. "Strip and take position on hands and knees."<br/><br/>Taking the opportunity while everyone was focused on the guard Wanre kicked up his legs and slipped his hands over them to place them in front of him. He sat up now placing his elbows on his knees and inspected the bindings, perhaps if he was alone and had a makeshift pry bar he could seperate the bands enough to slip his hands free but he had neother here at the moment so he was forced to wait, he really wanted to get clean, as fun as all this was everything was getting sticky and drying...