‘Just do it,’ she gasped, pleasure still writhing throughout her body. He looked up at her and smiled this overwhelming smile that made her pussy ...ven wetter than it already was, if that were even possible for the slick crevice. ‘Beg for it,’ he told her before kissing up her thigh from her knee. His tongue flicked out and ran along her sensitive skin there. ‘No!’ she said earnestly, not wanting to give up any dignity than she already had. The man sighed. ‘Well…’ He made a face and began to. “Sorry about Freddie, Con, I really liked him.”I played Sunday golf with her husband Freddie Evans until seven years ago. He told me that he was diagnosed with a virulent strain of cancer and worried about leaving Connie alone after he passed. They couldn’t have any children, so she had no-one to care for her if she needed help. Connie’s ex-husband beat her almost to death while she was heavily pregnant with what would have been Freddie’s child. I promised him I’d keep an eye on her. I did, but. He spreads my ass cheeks open and runs the tip of his cock up my ass until he locates my ass hole still damp with cum. Then placing his cock into the damp spot, he slowly pushes the head of his cock into me.He pauses standing there with head of his cock firmly lodged, solid and heavy inside my butt hole. Then taking me by my hips he slowly mounts my cum lubed hole. Inch by inch his cock enters me until I can feel his balls pressing hard against my ass cheeks. A shutter runs up my spine, he is. Nobody in the city likes Aulus,” he said, motioning and sending one of his men to bring the Magister. By the time the Magister arrived, the crowd had become huge.“Sir, this is Quintus, the man who quarries pozzolana and makes the ingenious crates it goes in. It was also his idea for the women to wrestle in the forum each day,” the officer introduced me.“What problem did you have with Aulus?” the Magister asked, barely able to stifle a smirk when he saw Aulus on the ground, still hogtied.“My.