The dance floor was packed and I watched the dancers, looking for someone that would catch my interest. It did not take long. On the edge of the floor...were a group of older women, mid-thirties, early forties. They looked like they were having a good time and young guys were approaching them constantly to try their luck. One by one they peeled off to dance with the guys but there was one who stood out from the others. She was short, dressed in a white blouse, with a school tie, a short pleated. ” Excited, I pulled out completely and thrust it in again. She screamed and clenched my butts. I repeated same strokes 3-4 times. “You scoundrel, come on…. Kill me…now” she shouted. Then I took a rhythm and started humping into her now widened pussy. She also gyrated her hips in rhythm. After 3-4 minutes I pulled outLifted her legs in air and entered with a hard jerk again. She moaned loudly. Rested her legs on my shoulders. I started humping her in a rhythmical pace. My god! I was fucking my. I glanced at the pens, the slaves divided into categories. Some specialized in men for manual labor, others touted slaves with actual skills in crafts. I ignored those. The warrior slaves were swarmed by the gladiator owners who always needed new meet for the Coliseum and the games. I strolled past those, too, heading towards the pleasure slaves. Angelic boys, castrated to preserve their high-pitched voices and taught to eat pussy between singing their beautiful songs, lush girls trained to. 'Sure thing honey'. Damn she was hot. Taking his stick he went over to his lounger and took a swig from a can of warm beer. His mouth was so dry and the liquid tasted good. He had a pack in a cooler behind the chair and was already halfway through. Damn, he drank too much. The sight of prominent, white pussy had stirred something deep in his loins. He could feel his heart pounding, blood racing and 11" of prime, black snake swelling up in his pants. With a grin he waited a moment, put down the.