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Keelin – A life in Rome Chapter OneKeelinChapter OneSimonius Catownerous sat at his desk dealing with the business of his vast estates. “Sorry to disturb you Dominus” said Quintus “A new girl has been delivered from the market for consideration as personal slave”. Simonius grunted “She’d better be superior to the last few or I’ll have that slave merchant flayed alive. Bring her in”. Quintus signalled to the girl and motioned her in to his masters chamber. Even under the hooded cape that reached to the floor, Simonius could see that she moved with grace, well at least that’s a start he thought. She stood silently before his desk and waited. Simonius continued working. Good he thought she knows how to keep her tongue, now is she pleasing to the eye? Simonius sat back in his chair and looked closely at her. “What name do you go by woman?” he asked, “Keelin” she announced clearly and simply. “Dominus” she added with appropriate respect for his position. “Ah, a Celt then?, good, remove that street cape and let me see you Keelin”. Keelin lifted the hood and shook free her long curly hair as she undid the bow at her neck. There was no chair on her side of the desk, clients were expected to stand before their patron, Keelin looked about for somewhere to place the cloak. “Drop it to the floor for now” Simonius commanded, pleased that she had not risked disturbing his papers on the desk. She stood before him, almost naked save for an almost transparent skirt of the sheerest white fabric and a broad, bright green ribbon tied across her chest. Her nipples showed clearly through the satin in a manner he found most pleasing.He looked into her deep brown eyes and saw an intelligent creative mind. She stood with confidence and pride, but not defiance. He could of course been wrong in both these observations, but he had not risen to his position of power without being an exceptional judge of people. She was older than the others who had been sent to him, which was as he had instructed. Girls in their twenties may be easy on the eye, but he need so much more. His personal slave would be an almost constant companion, he needed someone who had acquired some experience of life and some wisdom. “How long have you been in Rome Keelin?” he asked. “I was given as hostage some three summers ago” said Keelin without emotion. “A hostage? I see, and do you still hold hope of return to your people”. A slight scowl crept into the corner of her mouth, “No Dominus, my people never had any intention of keeping the treaty they had made. I was dead to them the moment I left the village”. “I see, you have decided to create a new life for yourself here in Rome then?” he asked with genuine interest. “Yes Dominus, I have decided to make my peoples betrayal of me the best thing that ever happened”. “Excellent, excellent” Simonius said as he slapped his knee “I like it, I like that a lot. We’ll have to see that it comes to pass”. Coming into the great house of Catownerous was a great step forward in achieving her ambition. Simonius was well known not only for his extreme wealth and power, but also for an astonishingly liberal attitude to his household staff. His former personal slave had been granted her freedom, complete with a parcel of land and a generous monthly stipend. Manumission was not unknown amongst his peers, but was most commonly granted only on the masters deathbed to his most loyal slaves after a lifetime of service. Louisa had served as his personal slave for only ten years.He relaxed in his chair and looked at her with pleasure. She was long of limb and fair of skin. He held his finger in the air and twirled it by way of instruction for her to turn around. She understood and obeyed.”MMMmmm” he murmured with approval as he looked upon her firm shapely buttocks. “Show me your hands” he ordered. She held out her hands and leaned forward, which also gave him a delightful opportunity to look at the roundness of her breasts. “These hands have not seen much toil in the fields, are you of noble birth?” Simonius asked. “Yes Dominus, she stated simply as a matter of fact. “Go on” he instructed, “My Father was Chief until he and my husband were murdered by his brother”. “Husband? c***dren?”, “No Dominus, we were not blessed”. Simonius thought wail as he digested this information. “So, my Celtic Princess, do you understand what is expected of you as my personal slave?”. “I am to care for you in every way” she replied. “Yes, yes, well put. To care for me in every way, yes”. “I have never been close to my wife and she prefers to stay at my country estates dreaming up ever more extravagant ways of spending my coin” he explained. “You will bathe me, ensure I eat well, and attend to all those things I find myself to busy to see to” he went on. “But above all things you will ensure there is no dangerous build up of manly fluids” he said seriously. Keelin smiled as she fought back the desire to laugh out loud. “This amuses you?” he asked. “Rest assured Dominus, it will be my pleasure to be available to you at any time you please” she said with what could only be described as an ‘I know what boys like’ smile. Simonius stood and slammed his fist down on the desktop “AVAILABLE!” he bellowed “Available? of course you will be ‘available’ to me”.Keelin had touched a sensitive nerve. Simonius was gripped by an irrational fear of the dementia that had taken hold of his father. The finest doctors Rome had to offer placed the blame on his failure to adequately expel the aforementioned ‘manly fluids’. The prodigious appetites of Simonius Catownerous had been legendary in his youth, but of late his libido had started to wane. Despite all the responsibilities of his political life it was this that worried him most. Simonius composed himself and sat. “Come to me here, let me explain” he said in a more gentle tone. Keelin walked around the desk and stood before him. He reached out and pulled the delicate skirt away and placed his hand on her inside thigh. “Being available to me is simply not enough, you must make me want you”. “I understand Dominus” she said, and perched herself on a clear space on his desk. She opened her legs “It is a task shall I savour” she said as she removed the ribbon about her chest. Simonius was very pleased by the movement he felt underneath his toga as he gazed at her naked form. This may just work out he thought to himself as he ran his hands over her smooth silken skin. There was no doubt he wanted her, no doubt he would have her. But would he want her again? Was it merely the novelty of the new? Could she continue to stimulate his interest as Luisa had? Was she inventive enough? was she wanton enough? So many questions remained. Only time would tell, but he had a very good feeling about this beautiful Celtic woman as he stood and hitched up his toga and entered her for the first time.Simonius Catownerous sat at his desk dealing with the business of his vast estates. “Sorry to disturb you Dominus” said Quintus “A new girl has been delivered from the market for consideration as personal slave”. Simonius grunted “She’d better be superior to the last few or I’ll have that slave merchant flayed alive. Bring her in”. Quintus signalled to the girl and motioned her in to his masters chamber. Even under the hooded cape that reached to the floor, Simonius could see that she moved with grace, well at least that’s a start he thought. She stood silently before his desk and waited. Simonius continued working. Good he thought she knows how to keep her tongue, now is she pleasing to the eye? Simonius sat back in his chair and looked closely at her. “What name do you go by woman?” he asked, “Keelin” she announced clearly and simply. “Dominus” she added with appropriate respect for his position. “Ah, a Celt then?, good, remove that street cape and let me see you Keelin”. Keelin lifted the hood and shook free her long curly hair as she undid the bow at her neck. There was no chair on her side of the desk, clients were expected to stand before their patron, bursa escort Keelin looked about for somewhere to place the cloak. “Drop it to the floor for now” Simonius commanded, pleased that she had not risked disturbing his papers on the desk. She stood before him, almost naked save for an almost transparent skirt of the sheerest white fabric and a broad, bright green ribbon tied across her chest. Her nipples showed clearly through the satin in a manner he found most pleasing.He looked into her deep brown eyes and saw an intelligent creative mind. She stood with confidence and pride, but not defiance. He could of course been wrong in both these observations, but he had not risen to his position of power without being an exceptional judge of people. She was older than the others who had been sent to him, which was as he had instructed. Girls in their twenties may be easy on the eye, but he need so much more. His personal slave would be an almost constant companion, he needed someone who had acquired some experience of life and some wisdom. “How long have you been in Rome Keelin?” he asked. “I was given as hostage some three summers ago” said Keelin without emotion. “A hostage? I see, and do you still hold hope of return to your people”. A slight scowl crept into the corner of her mouth, “No Dominus, my people never had any intention of keeping the treaty they had made. I was dead to them the moment I left the village”. “I see, you have decided to create a new life for yourself here in Rome then?” he asked with genuine interest. “Yes Dominus, I have decided to make my peoples betrayal of me the best thing that ever happened”. “Excellent, excellent” Simonius said as he slapped his knee “I like it, I like that a lot. We’ll have to see that it comes to pass”. Coming into the great house of Catownerous was a great step forward in achieving her ambition. Simonius was well known not only for his extreme wealth and power, but also for an astonishingly liberal attitude to his household staff. His former personal slave had been granted her freedom, complete with a parcel of land and a generous monthly stipend. Manumission was not unknown amongst his peers, but was most commonly granted only on the masters deathbed to his most loyal slaves after a lifetime of service. Louisa had served as his personal slave for only ten years.He relaxed in his chair and looked at her with pleasure. She was long of limb and fair of skin. He held his finger in the air and twirled it by way of instruction for her to turn around. She understood and obeyed.”MMMmmm” he murmured with approval as he looked upon her firm shapely buttocks. “Show me your hands” he ordered. She held out her hands and leaned forward, which also gave him a delightful opportunity to look at the roundness of her breasts. “These hands have not seen much toil in the fields, are you of noble birth?” Simonius asked. “Yes Dominus, she stated simply as a matter of fact. “Go on” he instructed, “My Father was Chief until he and my husband were murdered by his brother”. “Husband? c***dren?”, “No Dominus, we were not blessed”. Simonius thought wail as he digested this information. “So, my Celtic Princess, do you understand what is expected of you as my personal slave?”. “I am to care for you in every way” she replied. “Yes, yes, well put. To care for me in every way, yes”. “I have never been close to my wife and she prefers to stay at my country estates dreaming up ever more extravagant ways of spending my coin” he explained. “You will bathe me, ensure I eat well, and attend to all those things I find myself to busy to see to” he went on. “But above all things you will ensure there is no dangerous build up of manly fluids” he said seriously. Keelin smiled as she fought back the desire to laugh out loud. “This amuses you?” he asked. “Rest assured Dominus, it will be my pleasure to be available to you at any time you please” she said with what could only be described as an ‘I know what boys like’ smile. Simonius stood and slammed his fist down on the desktop “AVAILABLE!” he bellowed “Available? of course you will be ‘available’ to me”.Keelin had touched a sensitive nerve. Simonius was gripped by an irrational fear of the dementia that had taken hold of his father. The finest doctors Rome had to offer placed the blame on his failure to adequately expel the aforementioned ‘manly fluids’. The prodigious appetites of Simonius Catownerous had been legendary in his youth, but of late his libido had started to wane. Despite all the responsibilities of his political life it was this that worried him most. Simonius composed himself and sat. “Come to me here, let me explain” he said in a more gentle tone. Keelin walked around the desk and stood before him. He reached out and pulled the delicate skirt away and placed his hand on her inside thigh. “Being available to me is simply not enough, you must make me want you”. “I understand Dominus” she said, and perched herself on a clear space on his desk. She opened her legs “It is a task shall I savour” she said as she removed the ribbon about her chest. Simonius was very pleased by the movement he felt underneath his toga as he gazed at her naked form. This may just work out he thought to himself as he ran his hands over her smooth silken skin. There was no doubt he wanted her, no doubt he would have her. But would he want her again? Was it merely the novelty of the new? Could she continue to stimulate his interest as Luisa had? Was she inventive enough? was she wanton enough? So many questions remained. Only time would tell, but he had a very good feeling about this beautiful Celtic woman as he stood and hitched up his toga and entered her for the first time.Keelin rose early, she was still learning the normal routines of the house and was keen to get everything just right. She went straight to the kitchen to get breakfast for her patron. Keelin was delighted to find that her new position gave her significant status in the house of Catownerous. Everything had been prepared for her and Gerde was already filling buckets with hot water to take up to the masters bathroom. The kitchen bustled with good natured banter as everybody got on with the business of getting this great house started for the day. This was a happy house. Gerde was a big strong German girl. Tall, blonde, broad shouldered and big breasted. With little effort she lifted the two large buckets of steaming water and headed out to the bathroom. Keelin followed with her masters breakfast. “How long have you been of this household?” Keelin asked. “Oh must be four years now, thank the gods” Gerde replied. “So you like it here?” Keelin went on. “Oh yes, who wouldn’t be happy here?. This is a beautiful house to live in, we enjoy the very best of everything, and the Master is good to us” Keelin looked around and saw the fine marble and exquisite decoration of the great house she found herself in. Yes it is a beautiful home, and she lived in the same luxury as her master. She laughed, and Gerde joined her in a girlish giggle “and you get to enjoy the masters ‘special’ attentions” said Gerde blushing a little. “Has he not turned his eye to you?” Keelin asked. Gerde blushed deeper “I have had that honour, But I’m not skilled in the carnal arts, I have a shyness that does not meet the masters needs” Both women laughed. Keelin kissed Gerde on the cheek “We’ll have to do something about that”. Shyness was not a thing that Keelin has ever been accused of.”What is all this noise” bellowed Simonius in mock rage. “Just the meaningless prattle of women” Keelin replied lightly. Gerde grabbed her buckets and scuttled (as much as a big woman can scuttle) out of the bathroom barely containing her laughter. “Meaningless prattle I may believe of Gerde, But not of you Keelin, I know you better than that already”. Simonius removed his robe and sat naked on the small stool next to the bath “An extra close shave this morning, I have business at the Senate”. It was a surprise to most that Simonius had bursa escort bayan not entered the Senate himself. He preferred to stay in the background, he had several Senators in his pocket so did not want for political influence. Keelin stood behind her patron and wielded the razor with practiced skill. It was a testament to the trust he placed in her that he sat before her each day while she held a razor at his throat. Once perfectly shaved she poured warm water over him and washed his hair. Then, starting at his fingertips she thoroughly cleansed him literally from head to toe. He felt a very pleasing movement in his loins as he surveyed her lithe body through fine cotton of her simple wet dress. Noticing the effect she was having (the damp cloth clinging to her body was no accident) she moved to take his growing member in her mouth. “No!, I have no time for that, and I need to be sharp not relaxed this morning”. “Very well Dominus” she said with a trace of disappointment in her voice.She followed him back to his bedchamber and helped him dress in one of his finest togas. “Find Quintus for me, I shall have words before I leave. And have my escort assemble I will leave shortly”.”Ah! Quintus, I have concerns for Keelins’ wardrobe. Take her to market today and be sure to get her some new clothes, and whatever other feminine things she may desire”. “Oh thank you Dominus” Keelin said as she leaned forward kissing and hugging her patron. “Think nothing, it is as much for my pleasure as yours, and you have pleased me”. Keelin, ever sharp, decided to press her advantage. “Errr, Dominus, may I beg further indulgence”? Simonius was a little taken aback, “really?” Keelin went down on one knee and holding his hand looked up at him with her big brown eyes. “I’m sure Quintus is a man of good taste, but I should like to have a woman help me in selection of new garments, may Gerde accompany me?” “Yes, yes very well, now I must depart”. “And…..” Keelin added. “AND!” said Simonius raising his eyebrow, “are you testing my generosity?” Keelin worried she may have pushed it a little too far but continued “I’m sure it would add to the beauty of your home if we were to select some new clothes for Gerde as well Dominus. I promise you will be delighted with the results” she said with a slightly naughty smile. “Very well, as you wish. you can show me your appreciation when I return” he said with a slightly naughty smile of his own.The small party entered the courtyard of the villa. The streets of Rome were a dangerous place even in broad daylight, even more so for a wealthy man. Simonius took his place amid a group of four large, strong and heavily armed guards. Keelin actually gasped as she laid eyes on these supremely muscular examples of manhood. “Oh my!” she said beneath her breath as she felt a strong physiological response to the thoughts that immediately started to race through her mind. Quite u*********sly she tried to catch the eye of one of these gorgeous behemoths. It was probably fortunate that all four stood steadfastly at attention staring forward and not seeing the stiffened nipples showing through her still damp dress. The gates opened and the party moved off, Simonius looked back and in his vanity took Keelins’ flirtatious pose as a tribute to himself. Again he felt a stirring in his loins and immediately regretted his decision to decline the fellatio offered so recently. His mind would now be on other things, which was not good. He would make sure his business was concluded with haste so he could return to his home and the comforts and delights it offered”Get ready ladies” we leave for the markets in less than half an hour” said Quintus, “If you’re not ready I shall surely leave without you”. Gerde ran to the kitchen while Keelin headed for the small alcove adjacent the masters private chamber. This was the place she called home. She washed and dressed quickly and put on the heavy woollen cape that she wore when in the streets. She liked the cape as it was warm and cosy. She could keep herself hidden within to avoid unwanted attentions, but with ease allow tantalising glimpses to those whose attention she welcomed. She made her way back to the courtyard and met Quintus, Gerde and two kitchen hands who would come along to carry the purchases. “Well I’m ready” she said in high spirits, “For what do we wait?” Before anyone could answer a door swung open on the other side of the courtyard and another detachment of four burly guardsmen marched in. “We are to have a guard too?” Keelin exclaimed in utter delight. “But of course” said Quintus “The master values us highly, besides I carry a heavy purse” he said with a grin. “But mark you well It is I that controls the purse strings, and i’ll not see my masters generosity taken advantage of”. “Well no, perish the thought” said Keelin as she gave him a flirtatious hug “We wouldn’t dream of it, would we Gerde” she said as she fluttered her long lashes. The small party took position between the guards and Keelin could not help but run her hand across the broad muscular shoulders of the nearest guardsman. “Aren’t they just too divine”? she asked Gerde. The guard shifted a little uncomfortably as Gerde shot Keelin a stern look “Do not flirt with the guards, It is dangerous and cruel. If they were to respond in any way they would forfeit their lives to the Ludus where the gladiators are trained, surely to meet death in the Colosseum”. Keelin looked down with a little shame, she may be many things, but cruel she was not. The rebuke had cut her sharply. She took Gerde by the hand “My apologies dear friend, I did not think. I’m so very sorry, please forgive me” she saw the smile creep across the face of her new friend and added in a whisper “But seriously, how can you resist?” Gerde giggled and leaned right into the hood of the cape to whisper in her ear “In truth I can’t, but there are too many eyes and ears here. I will explain later” Both women laughed as the group walked through the great gates and on to the market.They visited the stores that offered all the finest goods the empire could offer. Exotic perfumes and cosmetics. Fine silks and other fabrics from lands far far away. Dresses jewellery, and everything a woman could desire. The women tried on the clothes and sampled the cosmetics and spent the whole morning and part of the afternoon joyfully seeking out the best of everything the metropolis had to offer. Nothing she wanted was refused her. Despite his warning Quintus was under strict instructions to spare no expense. The change that Keelin brought about in Gerde was nothing short of astonishing. The skilful application of a few cosmetics, and some new clothes that showed off her best features had transformed her into a ravishing beauty. Her confidence and self esteem were also boosted by the genuine affection and care of her new, somewhat outrageous friend.Keelin found herself being quite turned on by the luscious angel she had, at least in part, created from the dowdy scullery slave. Her hands were lingering perhaps a little too long as she helped Gerde try on the new clothes or apply lotions. Gerde did not object, she was almost intoxicated with joy. Never before had she visited such fine stores, far less given the chance to have so many fine things. But all good things come to an end and early in the afternoon Quintus called an end to the expedition and ordered them all to return to the villa.”So tell me more of the guards Gerde” demanded, “I’ve been consumed with curiosity since we headed out. I’ve never wanted a chance to shop end so soon in all my life”. Gerde giggled and looked up at the sun, “Yes the time is about right, come with me” she took Keelins hand and led her through the kitchen to the back of the villa. Through several passages and corridors and up a flight of stairs they reached what appeared to be a storeroom of some sort. Gerde moved a crate against a wall beneath a grille that ventilated the room. She moved a smaller crate for herself escort bursa to stand on and helped Keelin up. The storeroom looked over a courtyard that was enclosed by the villas barracks. Four pairs of incredibly fit and muscular young men were sparring fiercely with each other. Dressed only in loin cloths and sandals their bodies shone with the sweat of the exertion. “I come here often to watch them train” Gerde admitted. “I can see why, ooh they’re magnificent” said Keelin in a husky voice. Keelin could not take her eyes away as she watched the powerful muscles flex and strain. Which would she have she wondered as she gazed from first one then another. No no she corrected herself which one would she have FIRST. They were all just so very manly. A gong sounded and the men put away the wooden practice swords and started to file into the building. “Oh no” cried Keelin “Why did we tarry at the market so long, I was just beginning to really enjoy that”. Gerde giggled, “Oh no my friend, the enjoyment is only just begun. Come quickly or we will miss it. Down another flight of stairs Gerde led her new friend down a corridor that led to an imposing wooden door. Gerde lifted the beam that barred the door and leaned it against the wall. Once through the door Keelin realised that they were outside the villa. Gerde pulled the door closed and wedged it shut with a small block of wood she left there for just that purpose. It was dangerous being outside the protection of the villa, but that just added to the excitement. Gerde led her around the corner and knelt before another grille. She held a finger to her lips to indicate that despite the overwhelming desire to giggle, silence was required. Keelins eyes almost popped out of her head when she looked through the grille into what proved to be the guards communal bathroom in the basement of the barracks. “By all the gods they’re beautiful” she whispered breathlessly to Gerde who nodded in agreement while repeating her gesture for silence. Eight fully buffed young men stood, sat or lounged before her, naked and sweaty. Keelin was consumed with a need to touch herself as she imagined how the now flaccid penises would grow strong and erect as she made the men aware she was available to them, any of them, all of them! She felt Gerde place hand firmly across her mouth, she had been emitting low moans in her reverie. The stern look Gerde cast her way left Keelin in no doubt that she had crossed the line. The very real danger of the little excursion hit her as she reluctantly tore her eyes away from the erotic scene below and followed Gerde back to the safety of the villa. Before she had a chance to thank Gerde, or apologise for her indiscretion, Gerde squealed “The Master is returned! Make haste for pity sake” she added as she ran back through the corridors to the kitchen and her proper place.”Draw me a bath” bellowed the master of the house as he entered the vestibule. “I would wash the grime of the city from me” Simonius was quite fastidious about cleanliness. “Keelin to my chamber, I have great need of you” Keelin came to greet her master and wanted to show him the fine new garment she was wearing. He barely if at all noticed. Taking her by the hand he strode purposefully toward his private chamber, almost dragging her behind him. Little business had been done today. Still nobody had conducted much by way of business today, gossip had trumped business for almost everybody. He returned to his villa early, his mind occupied as it was by his lust for Keelin. With barely word he moved her to the foot of his bed and stood behind her. He pushed her forward and she crawled onto the bed. Before she could even wonder what would happen next he lifted her dress over her buttocks and slid his hand between her thighs. “Excellent”! he declared, finding her moist and accommodating. He assumed she was wet for him, not the common soldiers that had really spurred her libido. He held no delusions regarding his attractiveness but attributed it to the aphrodisiac of power and wealth. “I’m truly in much need of this” he said as he shed the toga and slipped his rigid cock deep into her. Keelin played along “Oh yes Dominus, fuck me hard, I’ve thought of little else all day”. The thought pleased him and he held her hips and started thrusting forcefully. She lowered her shoulders and tilted her pelvis to give maximum penetration and gave herself over to the pleasure of his hungry lust. Her orgasm travelled through him like a tidal wave causing him to cum strongly as well. Very pleased with himself, and what he felt had been a fine performance, he withdrew and lay back on the bed quite exhausted. Keelin stretched out languorously beside him and gave all the signs of utter contentment and satisfaction a man could hope for. They lay quietly awhile as Simonius regained his breath, and his composure.”The Senate is buzzing with with gossip of Messalinas’ latest scandalous behaviour” he told her “The Emperors wife”? she asked. “The very same, a woman of prodigious appetites it seems”. “Oh really” she inquired, wondering by what yardstick he was measuring ‘prodigious appetites’ given her own lustful nature. “Well”, he said in a conspiratorial manner, “It seems that last night she challenged Syclla to a fucking competition”! “Syclla? fucking competition?” she asked. “Yes by Jupiter a fucking competition! can you believe it? Who could take the most men in a single night”! ” But who is this Scylla, who’s wife is she? Simonius roared with laughter “Wife, why she is no mans wife, and yet wife to all. A whore, high priced, but a whore all the same” Simonius laughed all the more. “Can you believe it, the Emperors wife in a fucking competition with a whore!”. Keelins imagination was reeling, competitive fucking, that was a sport she might like to take up. “Oh my goodness, you must tell me more. What happened? Who won, how was it judged, what were the rules . . .” Simonius interrupted her “Steady now, so many questions, I shall come to it” “Pardon Dominus, please go on”. Keelin settled back laying her on her side and leaned her head on one hand while the other found its way between her legs.”So, as I was saying, It seems that two beds were laid side by side in a chamber off the main banquet hall of the merchant Bachiatus. A eunuch was assigned to each woman to act as adjudicator ensuring each man spilled his seed between her legs before making way for the next”. “Was no fellatio involved?” Keelin asked with a trace of disappointment. “My dear girl, I was not there. But I imagine they may have had to start some men off that way. The rule was however, they must take the mans seed in the cunt or have that cock uncounted” Keelin frowned a little as she thought of the lost opportunities, she would have different rules if she were to compete. One after another was so limiting, she could, and had, satisfied several men simultaneously. “So who won, and how many mens lust did they satisfy”? Keelin wanted to know. “Ah well now theres the pity of it. The competition was called a draw after twenty-five men apiece when no more willing cocks could be found” Simonius again roared with laughter. “Mind you they say Scylla has declined the offer of a re-match and fears she won’t be able to walk for fully a week”. Simonius almost fell off the bed he was laughing so heartily.”And what of Claudius, how does he take to his wife’s errr ‘talents’.” Keelin asked. “Well that’s as yet unknown, it was only early this morning that the competition came to its untimely end. Still, she is his third wife, and a match of power and influence not love. Besides, if Claudius is anything like me he will find a streak of wantonness is a highly desirable and stimulating quality in a woman”. Simonius looked down at the hand moving slowly between her legs “Then it is most fortunate that I have wantonness aplenty” said Keelin as she opened her legs in a lascivious display of the arousal his tale had produced. “Indeed, indeed” he agreed as he repositioned himself on the bed to reach out and slide two fingers into her warm and open cunt. The perfume of her sex filled the air as she lubricated freely. Laying back she imagined his fingers to be the first of many hard cocks thrusting deeply into her.
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