He was causing the bed to creak and the headboard to bang against the well-worn wall. It took more paint casualties along with it.Sometimes, Selena la...d perfectly still like an emotionless silicone doll while getting relentlessly fucked by hard eager cocks. Other times, she seemed to actually get into it. Tonight was one of those nights.Selena writhed and wiggled under him. Her moans became more lustful by the second."Fuck my tight little whore cunt hard... hurt me," she whimpered.The man. Perhaps her asshole felt that way because it was getting fucked too much. Or not enough.Before, she had wondered how a woman could enjoy a cock in her ass more than her cunt, but now she was understanding that much better. Tony, though, enjoyed his mouth on her asshole as much as fucking it. He could lick at her ass for a long time, his cock up and throbbing. She had heard of people like that, too.As she stretched and twisted her body, watching herself, she shoved those thoughts out of her. I wanted more and more and more. Imagine my devastation the next day when the assistant manager gave me the information that Celine's mum had phoned in that she was not going to be at work for a couple of days as she was ill. It was like the end of the world. I could not wait, would not wait. But what could I do? It was toture. Pure bloody torture. The blank uncertainty was eating away at me all day. I wished I could go to sleep and wake up when Celine was back at work. How could. --- Even as a Tribune, the life of a soldier was hectic. He had been stationed in a port city in Gaul, with trade routes to Britain. He was one of six men responsible for six thousand soldiers that kept the peace within the province. Most of his time was spent in charge of the operations of the port. Marcus had been summoned to the port late one evening because a trader had been caught trying to smuggle slaves through the port. Marcus never understood why traders would risk so much to save a.