I was wearing the Roman toga and just panties underneath. I had no idea who was touching me, but the cheek of him! He pulled my toga up by gathering t...e material with his fingers and just slipped his hand into my panties. I must admit, it has been a while so I let him. I leaned back and let my legs part just enough and he found my sweet spot in a second. Damn, but that was fucking horny! I reached around behind me and it didn't take me long to find a very impressive and hard cock. Naturally, I. " Peter's wits rallied. "I expect so. But I do not see someone before methat has been forced into involuntary servitude, unless that's anotherdefinition of love."Daphne and I laughed. Peter's mind was keen; time to talk retainer."Here's how it works, counselor. Either, I wipe today's events from yourmind, or..." Or?" ...or you agree to represent the city's newest trendy Greek restaurant,Permutations. Aside from the normal employee, contracting and permittingissues, we have the occasional. Woh meri choot ke phaili honto ko apne honto mein dabakar kabhi kheechta to kabhi meri choot ke dane halke kaat jata.Main apne haato se apni boobs ko dabati hui apni kamar hilane lagi. Apni kamar ko aage peeche aage peeche hilati hui choot ko uske naak aur honto par ragadti hui pagal hone lagi. Aahe bharti hui main apni honto ko kaatti hui maze leti ja rahi thi. Akash ne apni jeeb meri choot mein dhakel kar hilane laga.Main: Ahhhh! Yes! Hmmmm, woh achcha laga firse karo.Woh meri baat sun apni. He then called out 'DROP' and watched for his son and farmhand to rest their tools against some wheat and then began to pick up the wheat, loading it onto the wagon.A few moments later Africa and I were scything on our own. I was at the end of the field, adjacent to the road that we had walked up and furthest from the wagon. The scythe came down heavily and smashed through the wheat leaving just tiny stalks sticking up from the ground. A few more hits before the farmer called 'DROP' and I was.