"I'll open for one," she said.Connie was looking at her cards. She seemed confident and turned to Vicky. "You or me first?" Connie asked."Well, you we...nt first before," replied Vicky. "Besides you're playing the hand."Connie pulled her tee shirt up over her head, revealing a white bra topped with lace. Connie's breasts were smaller than Betty's, but hardly what I would call small. Her tee shirt became caught on an earring, and Connie had to struggle with arms behind her head and chest pushed out. ? Carol crossed the room and pulled back a curtain to reveal a door. As she opened the door, there was a tall black man, dressed in a leather studded body harness. His huge cock had a metal ring at the base and his balls were separated by a thin leather strap. Carol took the man by the arm and led him over to the bench where Lord Harrington was secured. ?This is Conrad, My Lord. You can watch me give him a blow job?just to see what you’re not going to get!? With Conrad on one side and Carol. She was dressed in nothing but a short, lacy, black and white apron identical to the one Brannel wore, and she was carrying a tray with four frosty mugs of ale."Oh, Brannel!" Shaasta said, "You startled me real good there. I didn't hear you arrive."The Deer laughed and patted the Elf's thigh, "What with this rowdy lot here tonight," he gestured towards the crowd out on the floor cheering Zorahs and Trikks along, "stealth is no challenge even for the most heavy footed. Anyway, your drinks are. I checked out The Kelton; it was Randolph’s sole address. I guess with only one client, you don’t need an independent office.But that was enough detecting for one night. Dinner, wine in my room, a chat with Vanessa, then Walker, bed. Okay, I’d packed Le Wand, why not? It wasn’t like I had to take it through airport security.I was back at it early Tuesday morning. Wig first. I shook it out, did a little touchup with the wig brush. Even though I didn’t need a wig liner, I tugged one on; made sure.