It didnt last long, I dove into the water like a torpedo straight between her legs and upended her head first. She came up sputtering, trying to splas... water at me but that didnt work. I swim under the water as well as I swim on top of the water. We wrestled, and she wound up on my back with her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I could have submerged at any time to shake her off, but didnt want to. I swam easily enjoying the feel of her arms around my neck, her bullet hard. It stands up. With a hardslap to the face."You will always kneel before your Master, slave."It gets on its knees, head bowed. I put 2 bowls in front of it."Eat"It lowered its head to the bowls and sniffed. The food was not what Icould have fed it, it was water and a slave gruel. It has a very blandtaste, though some owners will spice it up a bit with piss or cum. Orthe more interesting Masters will mix in one of the hotter peppers. Atthis stage, I have mixed in another large dose of female. As I was walking back down the I stopped as I became aware of moaning sounds coming from behind a patch of ferns off to the side of the track. Thinking it was maybe the occupant of the other car who might have fallen and was hurt, I began walking in the direction the sounds were coming from but as I got closer the sound of the moans increased and I stopped when I heard a woman’s voice. “Oh that feels nice, don’t stop.” Checking that there was no-one else around, I crept forwards and, as I got. He had made sure that each man who was skilled with bow or sling armed themselves from the missile weapons that the group had captured while the rest carried at least one javelin. The hoot of an Owl call signaled success removing the sentries on duty. Slowly, the gladiators crept forward like predators stalking their next meal. Spartacus had given his orders, being as specific as he thought the gladiators’ limited discipline could handle but knowing that once the fight started, things would.