I feel asleep. I awoke, stiff from lying on the floor. I started to move, but froze, realizing that someone else was in the room. I scanned the room, ...rying not to move my head.Against the wall by the door, I saw a shadowy figure. I knew it was Mr. Cage by his size. Mr. Cage was easy more than a foot and a half taller than me and in the pink light; he made me feel more like a child.I wondered how long he'd been in here and feared what he wanted. My movement had told him I was awake. I almost. I was a little anxious that Abby might back out if we got too rough with her, but I couldnt help but carry out the double penetration. I felt kind of bad for Abby, since we had gone over the line a little bit and brought her to such a point of discomfort that she literally begged us to stop. However, for that same reason, I felt all the more turned on. After all, the point was to make her our bitch. The mattress squeaked beneath us as we took our positions. I agreed to lie down first, resting. “Honey, bring the foreskin up and you will find it easy to take”. Uncle suggested and Victoria did as he said and managed to bring the foreskin up and get her mouth over the ridge and even more than half the shaft. Her tongue worked the underside of his piston making him very wet. Auntie started to stroke her hair and also whispering encouragements to Victoria for moving her mouth up and down his horrendous head cock. Uncle stiffened once or twice and Victoria believed she was going to get her. He no longer felt the aches and pains that plagued him in his hard life as a Roman warrior. It was if he passed over to the after life. Dagmar asked about Rome and he explained his life back there. The spell cast weeks before wore off and he began to think of Vinia again. He told of the games at the arena, the part of the city that was all marble, the part where there was squalor and the various people migrating there for trade or permanent residence. She sat listening to him as he explained.