Aurelia’ executionThe arena was buzzing with the excitement and filled with a capacity crowd who came to see one of the most beautiful noblewomen of...Rome fully degraded and tortured for their pleasure before being executed. The primary gladiatorial shows served merely as a warm-up to the lusty crowd, and when the time finally came, they roared in approval as Aurelia, dressed in old ragged slave clothes was brought into the arena and thrown on the sand. With that the senator stood and raised his. When the camera periodically zoomed in for a close-up, she could feel her stomach churn up and she felt ill. She could see the soft inner lips of her vagina cling to the dog's thick hard organ as it rose and fell, leaped and lunged. She could see the muscles, her muscles, tighten and release around the animal's awful penis, slowly, deliberately milking it to climax. But worst of all, worst of all, was the awful look of wild animal passion on her own face, a look of anguished need, of sexual. It was hard to believe that what I saw just an hour ago was real. The rest of the evening was normal: supper, watching Jeopardy together and him going to his room and his computer while I watched television, planned showings for tomorrow and relaxed. At bedtime, I tossed and turned, as the image of my son masturbating, and thinking about me doing it, refused to leave my mind. My vagina was tingling and although I tried to deny the temptation to pleasure myself, I eventually gave in. Closing my. I need to pick something up at the apartment.”“Good. I will look forward to seeing you, slave.”Michelle loved the way he said slave. It made her wet in all the right places. She would call her uncle from the apartment before heading over to Jeffery’s house. She also would get her stuff. She knew that Jeffery had more than enough toys to play with but you never knew just what he might need.Eric was behind the security desk as she walked in. He looked up and grinned his goofy-assed grin.“Home.