He was on his knees behind her, and seemed to be leaning in... “AAAAAAAAARRRGGGGHHHH! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!”“Welcome back to the living,...Nicki. Did you have a nice nap?”“Oh, Wow, Uncle Steve. I never felt anything like that before. And just now, what did you do?”“You mean this?” She spasmed in her bonds, screaming. “Or this?” He did something else to her butthole she hadn’t felt before. She screamed again.“Oh, geez, Uncle Steve. The first one, but they were both nice. Better. Studying the lifestyle and culture of the people of Pompeii is what inspired this. A lot of this is probably inaccurate, but I hope you enjoy. ***** Pompeii, 79 AD: ‘Tell me, are you a slave?’ Arcadias asked, sitting on the bed in the small chamber of the brothel. However, the stone bench with a flimsy cushion could barely be called that. The woman he was speaking to was standing in the corner with her back to him, slowly undressing and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair. ‘Excuse me?’ she. “You actually smiled! Tommy Morrison can smile.” She held her face in her hands like Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm. Her crooked smile was just comical enough to break my mood, and I was excruciatingly grateful for that. I swept her into a hug, spilled the soup, knocked the cheese off of her lap, and used the distraction to adroitly remove her blouse and bra. When my lips made contact with her engorged nipple, her sigh was both exciting and strangely calming.Instead of the usual, teenage, wild,. .. huh? Er, no, I just thought..." Unless that's what this means." Audrey reached into a pocket of her dress and withdrew a white envelope.Jason gave his mother a questioning look."You left so quickly after coming home from school that I didn't have time to give you this." Er ... what is it?" A letter. For you."Jason looked nonplussed. He walked down the stairs and took the letter. It was indeed addressed to "Jason Conner." He flipped it over. There was no return address, but the postmark was.