Soon the two young women would be rich enough to buy their own freedom – that is, if they so desired.Then came a fateful weekend that changed the li...es of Brigida and Diana forever.The gladiatorial troupe was doing a series of shows in the backwater town of Nezdovia in Gallia Narbonensis, in the shadows of the Alps. As was often the case, the dilapidated little village had a magnificent arena. Far better to have a showplace for the gladiatorial contests, even if the town’s sanitation and water. I was sitting in a plush chair, looking ata babe in another chair. A naked babe, a _fabulous_ babe - long flowingplatinum blonde hair reaching past her amazingly thick, pouting lipsdown to an _amazing_ set of melons; she was stacked like one of thosesurgically-inflated porn queens - but more so...My sudden intake of breath at that vision of lust made me noticesomething - two things - in my peripheral vision -I looked down to find a _gigantic_ rack laying on my chest!!! Gasping,I looked back up. Who has to go with them? I am up to my eyes in work at present." I'll go, along with Charlie, so two adults should be fine for the five kids. No need for the other Mums to come unless they want to. The children are pretty well behaved on the whole." Right. When you get the details sorted, give me a phone about times and places. I better get back to the kitchen now. Bye."Esther next tried to get Esme, but she had switched off her phone. The phone would record the intended call, and she would. Jessie breather deeply as the feather tickled her personal divide. She was beginning to enjoy it too much. No, no, that would not happen. Could not happen.She needed another clamp. Yeah, that’s what she needed.The hood that hid her clit needed to be retracted. The chains hooked perfectly to her clamped nipples. The other two ends of the chain hooked nicely to both sides of her clitoral hood. With a twist, the chain tightened. Jessie’s thin flaps folded upwards. Her pink clit now exposed and.