When I thought about it, I realized that sacrifices might have been the root of the problem. My stepmother, Attia, had adopted strange religious ideas...of late and refused to sacrifice to any god, including the emperor.We alighted at the Domus Flavia, and were surprised to find ourselves led into the lararium rather than the throne room or the basilica. Lucius/Dacianus (I was unsure how much familiarity our previous acquaintance granted me) was standing under a recently dedicated statue of his. "Ellie chuckled. "Dead right on the richer! OK, you're on, Geraldine." She chuckled again. "At this rate I'll be working for my daughter and claiming petrol 'cept I haven't got a car and can't drive."Geraldine laughed. "If they can't sort out that cottage themselves over a weekend they need their bottoms smacked." My poor little Sally!"Geraldine pealed with laughter. "Want to bet?"Ellie sniggered. "No! Do you want me to start tomorrow?" That's not too soon?" No, and, Geraldine, no cash. You. Jay removed his finger and put the head of his cock against my hole. At that point I knew I had to do this; the feelings were so intense my entire body went to mush. He started making tiny, probing thrusts at my hole and I could feel it open a little more with each one. It took quite a while (like I wanted to hurry?) but finally his cock went in past the head. At that point Jay stopped thrusting and asked me if I was alright. I told him I was fine and that it felt really good.As Jay pressed. I would rest, shower again for the second time of the day and get back to my writing work. While Jenny did not come up to my room in her afternoon hour off, Mike would often text me and covertly come to my room for an an afternoon wank and suck session over porn. Before we started doing it together he used to masturbate alone in the toilets all hours of the day and night when on duty, and for all I knew, he probably still did, as his sex desire was just way off the meter, perhaps more so than.