In Rome, knowledge could be a very dangerous thing, especially for a slave with my particular gifts. So, one might wonder, what kind of gift could a m...re slave possess that could possibly matter to anyone? The answer of course is sex. You see, I am a sex slave, a man bound and sold for the pleasure of the rich and powerful citizens of Rome. I was chosen at the dawn of my manhood due to the unusually large size of my penis. I was taught to master my own orgasm and control my urges so that those. Ellie inhaled to scream and got a lungful of smoke."Oh shit!" Big John laughed. Ellie coughed and gasped and waved her hands, spilling beer here and there.Glenn grabbed her arms. "Hey!"Ellie coughed some more. "What the fuck!" You never did it before, did you?" Glenn said accusingly."No ... I ... I didn't." Ellie admitted."That's a shotgun, bitch!" Big John exclaimed. "Glenn sucks it in and gives it to you, um kind of filtered, you know?" Oh..." Ellie blushed. "I thought..." Better stick to. So I ditto him and latch onto his manhood. We were hung about the same, lengthwise and thickness. He also had a long hood but his was loose while mine is tight. He was partially erect whereas I had a full boner by now & he was giving my cock a good steady stroke. He says "let me put my cock away and jerk you, then if the door opens, I can make a speedy exit". And that is what he did. He jerked me with his right hand and his left arm was behind me, caressing my butt, my hips and my back. My. I want to lick it, to lean down and taste us both, but you’re not having any of that. It’s winter, and you want to get warmed up quickly, don’t you? I have no qualms with that. I hold you in my hand first, feel the heat pulsating in my palm, but you don’t let me enjoy it for long. While I’m lost in embarrassment and wonder, you jerk up inside me with one thrust. You fill me. With smooth, quick strokes you fill me, and sometimes I wonder how it all fits. My little hands fly to your shoulders.