Just after 5PM Ted refiled my glass of bubbly and left the room. I set the bottle of lube on the bottom corner of the bed, put on a robe and sat in a ...hair looking at the door, my excitement and anticipation already building enough to make me feel my heart flutter. I looked at the clock, 5.14PM, I took a big gulp from my glass and my heart jumped as I heard the knock at the door. I opened the door to see two beaming smiles on Toby and Daniel, I recognised Daniel from the coffee stall, he was a. Then they gave the Italians to a group of new infantrymen that used the songsters night and day.Thousands of miles away, Tariq Al-Andalusi was lying on the push pillows of the bedchamber of the new villa he had constructed on the northern edge of the lake on his property. The main house was filled with servants, wives, and offspring. This private hideaway contained only Gasparo and two servants.The eight-year-old effeminate castrato was sipping wine along with the Commander. “Did you have fun. I sit back. It's comfortable enough."Is this about my performance?" I ask. I thought I'd been doing pretty damned good for my first six months here.She smiles slightly. "In a way." She pushes her chair back from the desk, leaning back a little. "Your performance here in the past several months has been adequate." Adequate? Great. That's not too far above "sucky". She leans back a bit farther in her chair, crossing her legs and putting one of her shoes on the desk. "In some cases, more than. "You know that door doesn't lock." We can be very quiet," she said as he brought himself and his sleeping bag to her side. "Molly told me you were awful good in bed." She unzipped her bag and reached for the boy.Soon two naked young people were in the girl's bag, and Phil's rigid cock was buried in the high-schooler's tight and quivering quim. She lay back gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes closed, willing herself to breathe as Phil moved in and out of her in low gear, quietly humming to.