Being a slave, this was not a profession of my choosing, and I was well aware of how easily one mistaken action or improper word could cost me the mos... painful of ends. By the time my manhood had fully bloomed though, I had become quite skilled, and had also learned the value of having a short memory regarding the people I serviced. Romans generally thought nothing unusual about sexual deviance, but still, those who often indulged themselves were thought to be weak of spirit, and that was. And to be honest, I hadn'tinvested in being passable the way one must, with shaving or dyeing bodyhair, toning, etc. A sudden shift to a feminine appearance could raiseeyebrows amongst those who must be kept in the dark, shall we say.The other reason is that my 'femme persona' was a little younger thanme. Okay, a lot younger. "Ashlee" is a young teenager, 14ish - flirty,silly, gossipy. A boy-crazy cheerleader if you will. But probably nota hefty guy with a goatee. People might believe. I notice her nails because she waves at me. She wears fashionable sportswear complete with running shoes all to walk her black poodle and talk on her cell phone. Every time I see her she is on her cell phone. I had never seen her eyes. They were always hidden behind the large, trendy sunglasses she has. That is until the day it stormed.It's summer in the southwest; it is mostly hot and sunny. We joke that we get our monthly rain in ONE afternoon because it comes down so hard and fast. It was on. When I opened my eyes, a huge wad of my cum was dripping from a spot on the brick wall that was higher than my eyes. I haven't shot that hard since I was eighteen.Time to return the favor.I took his place on the bench. He took a step towards me and I went right to it. He was thick, really thick I had to work for it but I wanted it all. I grabbed his legs and pulled myself forward burying my nose in his curly red hair. I felt him touch the back of my throat. I opened wider to take more of him.