The villa had quieted down I noted as I walked through it heading for the slave quarters. Only a few men and women lingered, drunk and full of food and wine. Laixa came out from a bed chamber and adjusted her dress. Her cheeks were blushed and I noted a drop of white liquid on her cheek.
“Wait, let us return to quarters together,” I said while wiping the drop off her skin and tasting it.
“Ah, you have had c**k to p***y?” I said.
She picked up her wine pitcher and took my hand in hers. Walking away she whispered. “c**k in p***y, ass, and finally mouth.”
“Any good?”
She giggled. “The best, didn’t you just taste him?”
“I did, but it wasn’t much.”
“It was the senator, Holdigus, a wealthy and horny old goat.”
“Ah yes, I know of him.”
We dropped off our pitchers in t
