A group of men dressed as soldiers had entered the room. At least she thought they were supposed to be soldiers. They were wearing no more than sandal..., helmets, shields and swords. The new participants began a circling and somehow menacing dance around the seemingly oblivious trio in the center of the room. In another life, before becoming a slave Chloe might have giggled and admired the beautiful men, enjoying the play of torchlight over their muscled bodies and deciding if she should fall. Prince frowned, but didn’t admit the truth of it. He shifted to Joe. “So Rhonda needs a drummer and bassist?”“Yeah,” said Joe. “I’ll be leaving in a week or so, and I guess Jane’s coming with me. Like I said, she’s Eddie’s new drummer.”“She hired me for the sessions,” Jane added. “And probably more. But ... Eddie...”“Understandable,” Prince nodded. “I might know a couple ladies. Really good, but didn’t quite make the cut.”“You think they’d be okay with Rhonda’s music?” Joe asked.“I think they’d. I also wanted to savor the pleasure if, as promised, it did give me pleasure. I spent about ten seconds lowering myself, feeling the thing slip up inside me. Two inches doesn't put a dildo very far inside a girl's rectum. But it was harder than a penis, and I felt very delicate with it inside me. Very carefully I transfered all my weight to the flange, then moved my feet foward until they were no longer holding any of my weight, only helping me balance. For safety there was a bar behind me. Oh please!" As Julie spoke those last words she reached down to her side, unzipped her skirt and undid its clasp, and let her skirt drop round her feet. She was wearing white cotton panties. She kicked her skirt aside, spread her legs, hooked her thumb over the top hem of her panties and pulled the front down far enough to show her dark bush of pussy hair."Please!" Julie gasped "It's been ages. I want sex with a big hard cock."I reached down and cupped my hand over her furry sex mound. Her.