Legos, a Greek slave who was twenty-four years old, not supposed to think of his mistress, Digitis, a maiden of eighteen years, in a sexual manner. Yet he could not help but do so. She was beautiful from her unruly blonde hair, often being blown everywhere even in the lightest of winds, to her trim yet desirable body. She was an example of a kind of beauty Legos had not previously encountered in the Roman world of quite well dressed and well-mannered women. She clashed wonderfully against that stereotype of Roman women.
Legos snapped out of his recovery at his new mistress at the sound of mistress Pondors shout. Pondors was a maiden of twenty years and Digitis closest friend.
Walking into a large room set out with two identical coaches, Legos was struck by a sight in all the years of his life. The scene sent shivers down his spin and set his already incredibly hard dick twitching inside his tunic pants.
On the mosaic floor lay Digitis, prostrate on her right side facing away from the door. A stone handle protruding about half an inch from her bleeding womanhood.
Pondors sat next to Digitis a hand pressed to her friends' side. With her coiled position across Pondors's face she looked more like a snake snaring her pray than a vulnerable naked woman. The pink flesh of Pondors's leaking pussy was clearly visible. As well as her large breasts and puffy nipples only marred by her wispy light red hair.
"I want my pussy licked, Legos." Pondors's playful tone broke the mesmerising moment with a jarring rapidly.
"M...mistress?" Legos questioned hesitantly unable to believe what he just heard.
