"Can you hear me?" the lady was talking rather so loudly. Attilius was back in his seat, her staring at him. "Is it taking you over, yet?" Now her voice was almost trailing. And his was no more then a slur.
Thinking to himself, Attilius had decided that it was the loto viola. He was beginning to have visions of his utter most desires. But it had felt so real. Or maybe he couldn't even distinguish what was real.
"Boy, bring your face towards me," she grabbed his hair, not pulling, and directed his face to her legs, signaling him to kiss up and down them. She had apparently changed her mind now, and wanted him to stand.
Attilius didn't care, the loto viola was too deep in his brain now. All he wanted was her. Standing, eyes half closed, he felt her put her warm lips around his cock. Squeezing his balls, she worked his shaft like no girl could have.
"Okay boy," the lady now grabbed his hand and opened the door to the wagon. It was dark now. Attilius wondered how long they had been riding in there. The servant must have started a fire, because Attilius knew it was real, he could feel the heat.
The lady had gotten on the ground in front of Attilius, on her hands and knees. He knew what that meant, and he quickly got behind her. Grabbing her hips and aiming the head of his cock at her pussy, he slammed into her hard the first time. Another vision must have hit him. Attilius had seen himself and the lady in a well lit room. On a bed, the lady on her hands and knees, but Attilius had his cock in her ass.
He flashed back to reality, and to his surprise he didn't see the lady in front of him. But instead felt a warm cock in his mouth. He knew it was the servant when he seen him, but Attilius just wanted more.