sister and was originally intended to wife his father. But he went hiking in Iberia, from which he never returned. And Lodia went to Guy.

- Mistress - at home? - Guy asked Bass - an old slave, chief of his town house.

- No, sir. Mrs. Lodia is visiting Mrs. Sextii, but she said that she would definitely have dinner.

“Oh, these Lodia trips for a visit,” thought Guy, “If she is visiting, especially with Sextily Talili, then she has bought herself a new nice slave or slave again, and together they indulge in lust at her home. And Sext? Stupid, old Sextus! The poor fellow is so stupid that he believes that slaves are massaging them. He is either an idiot or loves his wife so much that he is ready to forgive her everything. Do not be surprised if in private she forces him to fuck with slaves. Nothingness. Well, okay, this is not my business, and let Lodia amuse herself as she wishes. ”

On this, among other things, their alliance was based: complete understanding, complete freedom and complete trust in each other. So they happily lived for 20 years and hoped to live even longer.

- Where are the kids, Bass?

“Young Mr. Mark is sleeping, and Gnaeus and Lodia Jr. are playing with Primo at the fountain.”

Prima Charming young prima. She just turned 18. She was born in this house, has always been and still is a part of it. The thing. Vandal slave, whose mother he once gave Denis. Even then he loved to play with them. And make children. Prima was one of them, but her father didn't know that. Masta - her mother - told Guy everything when the girl was one year old. That night, as always, he went to her to warm up before intimacy with Lodia. Their intercourse was swift, but bright. Upon entering the room, Guy gestured for the slave to lie on the couch on his back and open his lips for him. Having an excited member of her cute funny upturned nose and long beautiful eyelashes, in one instant he drove him into the throat of a slave. She was disgusting. Poorly. Painfully. For a year of living in this house, she never got used to the wishes of her master. Resigned, but not used to. Meanwhile, a member of Guy penetrated her - she thought he was far in the esophagus.

She gasped, rivers of tears flowed from her eyes, she saw nothing. And then suddenly - the air. Guy took out a member. A couple of deep breaths - there is neither time nor strength to clear the throat - it is again in it. This went on several more times. When finished, Guy knelt in front of her head and gently kissed the cheek, on which were the traces of his sperm, mixed with tears slave. “You were good as always. Thank you, Mast, ”he said and got up, intending to leave. But she stopped him. “Sir, forgive me, but I cannot - you torture me every night. I beg you, I beg you, return me to Mr. Denis and I will never forget your kindness, "- Guy was interested in -" Why do you want him, Mast? Why precisely to him? Why don't you ask me to let you go free, as all slaves do? ” She told him that Denis was her first man, that he loved her dearly, that he was the father of her daughter, and that she only wanted to be near him.

Guy was in a difficult situation: Denis was married a long time, and his wife was obsessed with loyalty. And although divorces rarely happened in Rome due to infidelity of husbands, in this case the probability of such an outcome was because Denis's wife Sabina was from an extremely influential and wealthy family who would always support her. Suddenly Guy got the idea - he decided to try something new: “Well, Masta. I will set you free, but first we will do something special. Come with me". With these words, he gently took the slave by the hand and led her into the guest bedroom. And little Prima was lying in her crib and crying ...

- Prima! What are you doing here?! - Guy deliberately portrayed anger, even rage. He wanted to scare I accept, and at the same time show my son and daughter how to treat slaves.

“Forgive me, sir, forgive me.” Prima collapsed on the floor in front of Guy and froze in anticipation of either punishment or caress.

- Boss - Prima was afraid to say too much. She knew that any inaccurate reservation, any word can end at best with a whipping, and at worst a week without food and sleep. So Guy dealt with slaves and slaves who were guilty in front of him or his wife. - Master, Tuma fell ill, and Bass ordered me to take care of the children so that she would not infect them.

- Well, good. Do not worry. Gnaeus, Lodia Junior, go to your rooms and wait for you to be called for dinner.

The children nodded in sync, smiled, and ran to their heels.

- Come, Prima. I will need you to do something for me and ... for yourself.

Guy has long wanted to play with his young slave, but he was distracted by something all the time. Yes, and she was too young then. Even now, no one would have given her 18 years. She was beautiful: a milky-white skin, platinum hair, a slim body, very delicate and thin fingers (he did not specifically allow her to do heavy household chores, limiting only the cleaning of beds and accompaniment of children). Prima was very similar to her mother, but was much more beautiful and subtle than her. Guy raised her along with his eldest son-heir Mark. She knew how to read, write and count, sang and composed poetry - an outsider would never say that she was a slave, but a young and beautiful patrician. Guy raised her for her son. It was with her that Mark was supposed to know a woman for the first time, and it was with her that he had to learn to be a master slave owner. In the meantime, they grew up together - almost like a brother and sister. In addition, before everything is arranged with Mark, Guy himself had to teach something to accept ...

- Come in - Guy pointed the slave at the door to the guest bedroom, where he and Lodia often retired with those who visited their home - the matrimonial bed always had to stay only for the two of them. - Listen, Prima. I wanted to talk to you about Mark. What do you think about him?

- Sir, I think nothing. I can not think. I dare not.

- Enough. I see you like him. I'm right? Tell me the truth. You can not lie to your master.

- Yes, Mr. Guy.

- What "yes?

- I like him, Mr. Guy. I like Mark.

- But you understand that this is wrong? You are a slave. You should not have feelings, especially to his master.

- Yes, Mr. Guy - Prima was crying. Usually such conversations did not end in good. She understood that by confessing her feelings for Mark, she condemned herself to suffering.

- Prima, Prima ... you really upset me. Tell me this is another slave, I would have ordered to flog her to a pulp. Then he would give Samson to torture her until he lost consciousness. Well, and then ... then I would bring in feelings and strangle with my own hands - Prima's skin was covered with cold sweat. She no longer wept - her whole body wept. Guy continued: But it's you, Prima. And I will spare you.

- Thank you, Mr! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please ...

- Hush hush. Stop doing that. I will spare you, because I want you and Mark to be together. I see your feelings for him and him for you. Yes, yes ... I see everything. But in return, you lie with me, so that I teach you all that you will have to teach my son in due time.

- Yes, Mr. Guy. - Downcast, Prima took a step towards the beautiful and huge red bed in the center of the room. She knew that this moment would one day come, and was ready for it.

- Wait. We will get to this before - Guy stopped her, gently taking her hands - On her knees.

Without a word, the young vandalka sank down in front of her master and froze in anticipation. Guy slowly walked around it. He carefully examined her - his thing. He can order her to do anything. And everything will be fulfilled. But he will be magnanimous. Today. Anyway, today.

- Close your eyes, Prima.

He went to her front and lifted the hem of his tunic. Massaging his already filled-up member with his right hand, he gently and slowly brought it to the girl's nose. Grease oozed from the head and gave off a delicate spicy smell.Prima felt it and inhaled. She knew that there was something in front of her face, she was waiting, afraid and trembling. Something wet, elastic and warm touched her lips. Quickly and as if by chance. “Kiss him, Prima,” the master's voice sounded. She stretched her lips forward and gently touched the penis. Carefully, afraid to do something wrong, she kissed the head. "More and more," Guy said urgently. Prima began to kiss the penis: head, bridle, base, pubis. She tried very hard. At some point, Guy was at the same time very pleasant and very funny: “Well, that's enough, Prima, that's enough. You're doing great. Now take it in your mouth and caress it with your tongue. ” Prima did his will, but did everything very ineptly. Guy, of course, was pleased, but he was too impatient. And the sight of a young girl diligently sucking his dick just added excitement: “Open your eyes, Prima. Open and look into mine. " She opened - Guy has been waiting for this look for the last 10 years. She belongs to him. Not only as a slave, but also as a girl. The girl who belongs to the man. Yes, he prepared for her a terrible future, painful and difficult. But if she does, she will be rewarded. Guy took her head and suddenly abruptly planted on his dick. His frictions became frequent and deep, the member penetrated Prima's throat - she began to choke and gasp. Tears flowed from her eyes.

Guy remembered Masta. That night, he led her into this bedroom and, chained to the couch, went after Lodia. When they returned, they used her for their own satisfaction until the morning: Lodia sat on her face, he entered her - in the vagina, in the mouth, in the anus. They played with her: they kissed, caressed and tortured. Before dawn, when Guy and Lodia were very tired, and Mast was simply exhausted, he bent over her head and whispered in her ear: “I can’t return you to Denis. He is too weak, and your return will end with a scandal that will destroy him. I can not let you go - you go to him. But I can not leave you - I promised to release you, and I keep my word. Be sure I will take care of Prim. She'll be fine. ” With these words he covered the face of the Masty with a pillow.

Prima was lying on the floor. She was very bad. But she knew that everything that had happened to her and would happen in the future would ultimately benefit her. She believed her master ... even more than herself.