I sat up to play with her cannons. She had amazing breasts. I squeezed her nipples which seemed to excite her more. She moved faster and faster on my...dick. I smacked her buttocks while she rode me hard. “Get on your hands and knees! I want to fuck you harder.”“Okay.”She got off me and moved to the center of the bed. I pulled her closer to where I was and slid my cock back inside of her. I pushed my manhood in and out of her wet cunt. “You’re so good at this, Mr. Jones!” I was excited that she. U.C., (August 9, 98 AD) RomaThe divine emperor Caesar Lucius Augustus had seen fit to appoint me Praefectus Frumentarium, with the responsibility of transforming the frumentarii from an organization primarily devoted to wheat collections to an intelligence apparatus that would alert the emperor of plots or disturbances anywhere in the empire. I had been selected at least partially for my Jewish heritage. My first task would be to identify and round up the followers of Chrestus, for which the. “Please, oh god please.” I can feel you smile as you take my clit between your lips and your tongue, worrying it until it’s hard and aching. “You like that, don’t you.” You say a single finger starts to probe my ass. “Yes, yes I do.” I manage to groan. “More, please,” I moan again, louder, when a second finger is added. My hips bucking wildly against your face, your breathing hitched and desperate. You pull back and I whimper softly. “I’m not done sweetheart, not by a long shot.” I hiss as. That would be her marriage vows. Her fingers tugged at the band of leather lying against her skin. The material had become brittle and cracked in its old age and frequent use. But still it brought the same excitement to her as that first day so long ago. It had been years since the first time she had snuck into the bathroom with the stolen collar in hand. Something had changed in her that afternoon, and it had all started with a daydream. Kara didn’t know where the dream had come from. It.