My hands gripped the desk so hard I thought I'd leave dents in it as I came from having a dick in my ass for the first time in years. My legs were sha...ing, my insides were on fire, pussy juice was running down my legs, I was in my own world. I dropped my head and let my orgasm take over my body as he kept drilling my asshole. “Slave have a good cum did she? Master's dick feel good inside that slutty ass?” I couldn't respond even if I wanted to, I was too lost in ecstasy. I just let him use me. We sipped and our eyes met but neither of us spoke. “Let’s dance,” she said a few minutes later and took my hand and we went into the living room. I hadn’t noticed it before, but she went over to a turn table sitting on an amplifier. Next it was a big speaker and on the opposite wall, another speaker. I remembered having a stereo system like that years ago when I was first married in the Sixties. She went over to a pile of record albums on the floor and picked one up. “This is Vivaldi, one of. “Mmm, you smell so good.” I moved up behind Bex and wrapped my arm around her, pulling her against the swelling in my trousers. Her ass looked fantastic under the tight skirt she was wearing“Wow, someone’s horny.” Bex’s sultry voice only hastened the speed of my erection.I turned her around and placed her hand on the bulge. “Suck it.” Now, Bex and I have worked together and been fuck-buddies for quite a while (with a large time gap in between when I was in a relationship, so we weren’t. ............ At the next villa, Lydia recognized a man she knew. She turned to Salidia. "I know that man. Can I do something about him?" Salidia and Talig recognized the signs of Salidia's handiwork on the man's face. He was horribly scared, his nose, and an ear and eye brow on one side, the left side, had been cut off. His face was hideously disfigured. He was one of the Goths Salidia had tortured and made into slaves. Lydia had freed one. She rode into the group of.