She also explained theletters after the clothing description reffered to the type of "nanites"included._______________________________________________..._______Jeremy came home, grubby from a "Wicked, mom, absolutely WILD!" after-school soccer game with his friends. Carol sent her favorite (well,only, sigh) child upstairs to have a shower and get changed for dinner.Jeremy re-played the game in his head as he scrubbed himself quickly andchanged into shorts and a t-shirt. "Man, what a great day!. “Thank you,” she said, and then bent down to pick up the water I’d brought her. “If you want to see more, I’ll be in my bedroom. It’s up to you.”She swept past me - tits bare and bouncing - and strutted toward the hall. What Natalie might say if she found out was a moot point. Ms. White had me firmly in her trap, and I was only a couple of steps behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and moaned when she heard me following. The extra sway she added to her hips gave me something nice to watch. The slave market had always been the most exciting section ofthe daily Roman marketplace. Aristocrats, nobles, generals of any worth,richer merchants, even the poorer merchants were always looking forlabour. And what better workforce to find than slaves captured in thelast Roman conquest. The slave market handled many types of them - fromall nations, yes even Romans themselves, who had been declared slavesfor their crimes, but mostly still Carthaginians. There were children,as servants and. .. sorry Mrs. Wilson, I didn't know this was going to..."She looked down too then she kissed my forehead. "Rick honey, it's OK, I understand. Now I'm going to have to touch you, ah... down there, and make sure that you're OK. Do you understand?" Yes ma'am, it's alright." She was back down on her haunches and had my cock in her hand, which felt wonderful and warm as her long fingers felt my shaft and head. I couldn't believe that this grown woman was fondling my cock and that I liked it, well.