Anja ground her asshole back against Ylene's tongue and gasped out, "Oh my.  You're not only a skilled combatant, but you know what you're doing... ooooooh... there too."<br/><br/>She gestured towards one of the junior monks, beckoning him close.  He seemed almost hesitant but approached.  Grabbing one of his shoulders she pressed her face against his other chest, bending over to spread herself wide for Ylene.  Her other hand went to her pussy, stroking her inflamed lips.  "Do you want to service me when she's done getting me ready stud?"  She asked to the junior monk.<br/><br/>"If that is what miss commands, I shall obey," he said, holding her as she used him for a balance pole against Ylene's tongue fucking.<br/><br/>"Mmmm good.... I need to christen my new office...."  Her fingers moved faster and faster as her hips bucked slightly against Ylene's tongue until she finally came, gripping the monk's shoulder.  Plunging her fingers into her pussy she bucked through the power of her orgasm, then stood on slightly unsteady legs.  Turning she gripped Ylene's chin, the slick fingers from her cunt juices wet on Ylene's skin.  She smiled and said, "Thank you for honoring your bet.  Any time you want a rematch, let me know."<br/><br/>then to the monk, "My office, now!"  Then the two of them walked into the temple proper leaving Ylene kneeling in the manicured sand of the sparring grounds as people began to filter back to their normal duties.