"Can you take it, bitch?" he asked. Him calling me "bitch" just made me want it even more."Yes, please, oh, please, slide it into me. I need to feel...it!"He was happy to oblige. He pushed into me. My insides gripped at him and my cock spasmed as he buried himself deep. I could feel the heat from his body against me. I could feel the weight he was putting onto me. He began thrusting, fucking me. I was his now, completely. My hands clutched at the feet of the ottoman while he slammed me, again. "you like?"My response is to tilt my hips, forcing my cock back against your lips. "Yes, god yes..."You smile, opening your mouth to engulf the swollen head of my cock, nipping gently with your teeth, tongue teasing me.The sensation of your mouth, hot and wet is almost unbearable, my hands in your hair, cradling your head as I fuck your mouth, the tip of my cock catching on your teeth as you suck me deeper."I want you..."Pulling from your mouth, lifting you up from your knees, my hand back. I was getting on OK. I had at least, by dint of sign language of the 'me Tarzan, you Jane' variety, established that one was called Charmione and the other Iras. I was trying to work up the courage to ask the Prof what the Greek was for 'fancy a shag, darling?' when we were summoned to the presence.I've already told you my first impressions of old Cleo. The others present were obviously Romans and the Prof became ecstatic, rattling away in Latin and having a right good laugh. I'll say one thing. One week after I had entered the sweepstakes, when I checked my email, I saw a word I never thought I'd see...WINNER!I was so excited. Could this day get any better? I immediately printed my tickets and checked the location of where I would be meeting those two goddesses.Two weeks later, I headed for the hotel where I would be meeting them, bringing self-burned DVDs of their scenes. I wanted to get their signatures. Excitedly, I counted the numbers on the doors, heading to the one where I would.