Never mind invading Saxons or rampaging Vikings, I can deal with them. No, the worst thing about no longer being under Roman occupation is the lack of...entertainment. They took their gladiators, chariot racing and orgies back to Rome... and left behind Jesters who can’t juggle. I suppose that’s why people are calling it the Dark Ages. So with my cock in hand, I began to wank myself while I watched my wife get ready for the hapless jester. “Just bend over for me and let me see your drains.” . I feel so miserable. I think it’s all going wrong again Jo. I don’t think I should have mentioned how I felt, you know, I think I’ve upset him.’ ‘Lena, I don’t think he was upset just concerned about how he was going to please YOU. You want his baby and I think he wants that too. I bet that today he’s been trying to sort things out. You see, when he gets in everything will be all right. Eat your dinner and stop worrying.’ Jo is usually right so I sighed and picked at my meal. She was having. "On your knees!” he ordered. I knelt down facing him. He stepped forward holding his massive cock in one hand. He slapped my cheeks with then teased the tip of it around on my lips and chin. I kissed and nibbled at the plum-sized gland. I tasted the musky fluid that had oozed from the slit and was instantly enthralled by its potent flavor. I had to have that dick in my throat! I wanted my Uncle to choke me with his cum-stick and face-fuck me with it. I opened my mouth forming an "O" with my. We ate in his garden with me sitting beside him throughout the meal. We had entertainment that would have made the best burlesque show of my world jealous. There were dancing girls who were barely clad in garments that were transparent and there were jugglers, acrobats, magicians, singers, and fools. Wine flowed and food was placed before us on golden platters. My mates sat on by my side and my friends sat beside Lord Tailem. Even Elsa Mueller sat there with us; near enough that she could share.