After the official celebrations he had retreated to his private quarters with a few personal friends and a selection of comely slaves. The emperor had...sampled a few of the boys before selecting me to receive his essence, and now we were drowsing in the afterglow of the celebration.One of the emperor’s friends, Gaius Titius Blandus, stirred himself from his bed to point to me.“You must be feeling lucky, it’s not everyone who gets to receive a god’s essence.”Potitus Furius Novation jumped in with. The absolute pinnacle of the contemporary classical music scene.And that was who'd been playing piano for me? No wonder I'd been the only one laughing at my faux pas. Retrospectively I felt like an idiot."He told me he agreed to do Tosca only because of me and Mario," she went on. When I again looked blank she provided a last name. "Mario Minaghieri, Nick. Our tenor."My eyes got really big. Camilla St. John and Mario Minaghieri and Gerald Oliver? This wasn't just a star-studded production, this. She sat on the recliner, naked, with her legs parted enough that I could see her pussy. It was open slightly, and her lips looked just a little moist. ‘I’m gonna air her out for a bit, babe, then let’s go to bed.’ While we watched Spike TV, she idly stroked her hairs just north of her pussy. ‘OK, let’s go lie down. Oh… He looks so big right now. Don’t worry, we’ll find a way to take care of that.’ After I lay down, Fourth and Long came on. I took some Nyquil and after a while got a little. Dianne, being very turned on by now, loosened Kristin's negligee and took it off, gloriously revealing Kristin's body to both of us. "Your breasts are so beautiful," Dianne said, "please let me kiss them." Kristin pulled Dianne's head to her breasts and moaned "more" as Dianne eagerly yet tenderly licked them.Dianne then broke the kisses, got on her back, and told Kristin, who was sitting upright on her knees, to move forward until her vulva was near Dianne's mouth, as she has done for me.