More carry on than Caligula as the sexy girls have carefree fun

The room was bedecked with ornaments that may or may not have dated back to Roman times (I’m betting on the latter) and the furniture was covered with a gold coloured and expensive looking fabric which I assumed had been bought by the yard there was so much of it in evidence. Our host was thoroughly enjoying himself as he lay back and allowed us to pour grapes into his mouth whilst caressing the back of our ‘emperor’s’ head. I had expected a bacchanalian orgy of epic proportions but what had transpired was less Caligula than Ben Hur.

Still, we were having a good time even if sex didn’t appear to be on Clive’s agenda. The sexy escort Tricia and I, two busty escorts just born to play the slave girl judging by our expert performances so far, were running around after Clive, attending to his every physical need except one. It was hard to believe that the guy was on a date with two visiting escorts in their own private time and yet had failed to attempt even one sexual pass at either of us. I suppose this wasn’t a date in the conventional sense as my ‘hobby’ involved meeting strangers and enjoying whatever fetish it was that rocked their boat. I would play act if necessary though generally I found most things sexual sexy so it was rarely a problem for me. What was a problem was that I had asked sexy escort Tricia what she was doing on a Saturday night and had unwittingly drawn her into this quite sterile, if fun, activity... It was Tricia’s personal, private time and so I was conscious of not spoiling it for her but when I saw the third glance from the hot escort that seemed to suggest that we grab our stiff and skedaddle I was inclined to give way and call it a day.

But then the emperor suddenly announced that he was growing tired of his entertainment and then proceeded to pick up a gong and bang it loudly. I looked at the Hertfordshire escort and the hot girl looked at me. Then Clive, sorry, the emperor announced that he had summoned a further slave and that he expected to see the sparks fly in due course. At this point an enormous, bare-chested man appeared wearing only a leather mini skirt type thing and sandals along with two wide leather and metal studded wrist bands...

This was more like the stuff of fantasy and whilst the guy was not technically a looker he was packing more than enough to get me interested. Tricia’s demeanour had changed notably and I relaxed happy in the knowledge that the much anticipated sex fest was about to reach a proper climax...