That wasn’t going to happen where he was, though. He had a walk that was big enough for three men to push on the pole and they could be replaced by ... cow, but there was no place to put the cow when it wasn’t grinding grain.He’d have to move to a larger place. This could be done, but it would take some time. The two mill-stones were heavy! It would be worth it, though. The ox could work whenever needed, and the miller wouldn’t need to keep two or three strong men on hand to push the pole around. His tastes were a little different from the norm, though. He didn't like to force himself on his women, though he had the right. He liked to ensure that they got their pleasure as he got his. Women, unused to his attitude, flocked to his side. He took advantage of that whenever he could, and Greek society gave him lots of opportunity.Thinking now of the young slave girl, and how her eyes screwed up as he thrust in her, his phallus stirred beneath the covers, ready again for its accustomed. I was tall at 5’11” for my age and she stood a little smaller than me. Her hand almost lazily drifted down to my bulge and she gripped it roughly as though she never wanted to let go. “Oh god! Flashing you felt sooo good!”She almost ripped my shorts as she viciously tugged them down and gripped my throbbing cock between hands. She pumped it up and down, and then took me in her mouth.She moaned into my penis and she sucked on it, licking the head forcefully and playing with it. She did this. " I wanted her pussy so bad that I knew I had to behave and do exactly what she said. At this point she was shoving my face so far into her, I was gasping for air. Then she asked me "Is it clean yet?" I responded with "Yes Baby." She said "Good, then I guess you can fuck me...but only for 2 minutes." I was so excited I got right on top of her and started to fuck her. My dick was feeling so small inside of her. I could feel hardly anything. Cordell had torn her up good. As I started to.