Dying was the same in Rome as it was here. Gladiator couldn't be taught to die. You could train them to dodge and parry and strike with a sword, you...could shout trite slogans at them, but it was a man's heart which determined how he died. The brave died bravely and the cowards died in fear, and that was the same here as in Rome. The men here could not fight as well as the men in Rome, but they died as bravely or as badly as anywhere else in the world. So when Salidia walked into that ludus. She was slick with pee and I licked and probed, tasting her saltiness and trying to work my tongue into the tight sphincter. She was grinding against me now and I could tell that he was playing with herself, masturbating with her piss covered fingers. I thought she would finish herself in that fashion but, as abruptly as she had lowered herself upon me, she suddenly leaped off and flipped around again. ‘I need your cock in my cunt, right now,’ she said fiercely. She straddled me, just over my. Thankfully, she left me the pictures I had taken of her and told me to jerk off looking at them and that she knew I would. She was so right. I missed loving her beautiful face and body. I jerk off to her pictures all the time. It turned me on when she teased me because she was just too pretty to resist.Eventually, after Mark made me His bitch, I was so fortunate enough to see Dawn again and watch Mark fuck her so good. This time, Dawn and I both were dressed in sexy outfits with high heels on. I put my arms around him and pull him closer. I manoeuvre my crutch so that it pushes his cock upright, squashing it against his belly. I have one hand on his back and the other slides down to squeeze his arse cheeks.At first, I can feel his reluctance to kiss me. He definitely wants to but fights the feeling. I start to rub my belly against his cock. Up and down and side to side. He grunts. His cock is hard anyway and then my fingers find his arsehole. He grunts again and suddenly he is.