That day, she was wearing tight black pants and a low-cut sweater, and it was hard to keep my eyes pointed at her face. I don’t remember much of wh...t she said…usual office political bullshit sprinkled with rumors of who was probably fucking around behind their spouse’s back. What I do remember, however, is the feeling of Katie’s soft, warm mouth engulfing my still throbbing cock. I stared at Corinne’s beautiful, thick, glossy lips as she blathered on, oblivious as to what was happening under. I counted it rather bad luck, as none of the household had any interest in me sexually. I was too old for Servius Laellius, and the other servants in the wife’s household were as infected with the superstition of Chrestus as their mistress. I quickly learned that the Chrestoi disdained any sexual relations, and Attia had even stopped performing her duty to Servius. Naturally, this meant that his concubine was too busy for me as well.I tried to get away and rub myself, but whenever the other. Brian started on a strip of bacon as he thought about how different each level was, how each one could almost be a world unto itself. Sure, all the rings were connected by elevators and hover lifts, save the spinning orbital ring that kept the ‘world’ from slipping into a decaying orbit that plunged Ring-World into the very heart of Saturn itself and kept gravity itself intact, but this was not enough. The rich occupied the outer rings as they were the only ones that could afford the views of. Somehow this also became a full chest and nipple massage. He had me dripping wet again not long after. He stood up near my shoulder so he could reach my pussy again - but this time, unzipped his pants and put my hand on his cock. Since I am a polite little slut, I started jerking him off. It only seemed fair, after all. Before long, he pulled away slightly and covered himself with a bit of the sheet so he wouldn't make a mess. I don't think he realized at first that my hand was still.