She had been holding a paint brush since she could walk almost. It helped that her father had been a well known and respected artist who used her moth...r as his favorite model. Deep, in the back of his mind, Jericho was sure he had attended one of her father’s showings while in college. It was when he bent forward and licked a small dab of cheese from her face that the talk of past moved on. They shared kisses and touches and he used his tongue on her beautiful breasts more, while his fingers. Broadmore and Drakland were at war, once again. This time probably for keeps. The treaty marriage, where Duke Kelvin's brother Roland had married Perola, the daughter of Duke Enos of Drakland had started auspiciously. The bride had been a fríþwebba, a peace-weaver to bind the two ever warring lands together in friendship, and no one could ever claim that she had not done her part, and with joy. Their marriage proved to be love-match, with the couple ever doting upon the other, but it was. She starts to grind herself against my face, she gushes into my mouth before I push two finger inside her which sets her off shuddering to a massive orgasm. She goes off for a good minute or so, I am sure she is squirting into my mouth it is so wet. Her legs clamp my head in place as she bucks her hips and grinds her pussy against me. She stops and pushes my face away before grabbing me and kissing me deeply on the mouth. She obviously likes the taste of her pussy because my face is covered in. She knew she was going for slaves purchased just for torture. The gladiators who had titillated her were strong, healthy men who spent hours every day developing their bodies. They were eye candy for Salidia and that's what she had in mind. The local slave trader had stable boys, fat cooks, young girls, and nothing that looked like a gladiator. But Salidia was impatient to start. Simply put, she was horny, and willing to lower her standards. The closest the trader came was a wheelwright.