The audience are a bit restless because they've been promised a greatspectacle but nothing seems to be happening yet. But in the big vaulted room just...inside the entrance somepreparations are underway. A pretty young woman is sitting partially undressed,while servant girls rush around her, some fixing her hair, another puttingoil and gold dust on her bared nipples. A tall man in a toga stands a few feetaway, and there are a few Colosseum stagehands standing by the door. But howcan one women. Would you give me the tour, Taylor?”“Sure.” We walked through the house. When we went into the master suite, she grinned. “Why the grin?”“I can tell you haven’t had a woman living with you in this room. It’s become masculine over the years.”“Misty, you can make it over to suit you. I would hope we will live here.” She nodded smiling. I continued, “The house is pretty much self-contained. We get our water from a well. The power for the house comes from the road and regular lines. However, I’ll. Johnny said her nice wife had also gone outside on a conference.So, he was home alone too. I felt my cunt tingling as I heard this.I joked, saying I hoped Samantha would not be at the same hotel and same conference and same bedroom with my husband…Johnny smiled at me, but I noticed he was looking down at my wet cleavage, since my robe was now slightly open. I stared at him, feeling good that a handsome guy like him was admiring my body.I did not cover up a single inch of skin. I knew the guy. .. ?” she asked. That alone made me feel weird. Ed, one of my best friends was going seemingly crazy over this girl and she barely remembered him. That set off a bunch of red flags in my head. I felt like a fly, stuck in a spider’s web. I was already trapped, and there was no way the spider was just gonna let me go.“Oh ... that guy!” she laughed. “Nope, I didn’t call you about him. He’ll go away eventually. I called to ask if you wanted to do something.” Actually, I’d called her, but she didn’t.