"Requiescat in pace." he murmured silently as the merchant began tosnore.She excused herself on the pretext of getting more wine and slipped outof the...Terme. They would find the real servant girl in the bath, sheshould be safe. The merchant though, even though he was known to takenaps in the Terme, sooner or later someone would check him and then findhim dead. By that time though, the shipment will be destroyed and anothersupply line cut.She walked briskly across the streets of mother Rome,. " Paused again, observing as she bit her lower lip. "Tell me about last night, Katerina."She leant forward, head in hands, sobbing loudly. "Please..." Stand up, girl, with your hands by your sides. Face me." She staggered to her feet, and resumed her earlier position in front of me. I smiled at her: "It will be easier if you tell me now, rather than me having to force you to tell me later."She blurted out: "But he was horrible, sir. He'd been going at it for hours, asking me to do all sorts of. She looked amazing. She did a walk past both James and i like she was on a catwalk then stopped in front of us and did a 180 turn so her back was facing us. she parted her legs then began to bend over.Thats when i noticed the butt plug.It was the jewel type and it looked fantastic nestled in her very beautiful ass.I took another sip and could feel my cock was throbbing hard again, i caught out of the corner of my James was also now hard at the site of his amazing sexy wife plugged and bent. All of it. And more.It was too wild, too frenzied, too drunken and disjointed to maintain any kind of chronology, even with Alex dictating notes into her phone or typing them into her laptop at every stolen opportunity. But some moments, some events, are burned into my memory, haunt my dreams, heat my masturbatory moments alone, even now:-The flickering light of torches, close and hot in the mild night air. The bellows, laughter and shrieks of a wild party spinning out of control. Sand on skin..