Saucy Bacchanalean revels of the sexy Hertfordshire girls

We arrived at Clive’s place near Stevenage, a good sized manor house with stables and a very fancy car parked outside. I’m not particularly interested in motor vehicles so I don’t claim to be an expert but I think it was a Jaguar or an Aston Martin or something like that. Actually it could have been a Maserati, what do I know and it’s not important except to set the scene! Clearly Clive had a few quid and he lived the life of luxury. But like each and every one of us on this small earth man cannot live by bread alone and the most powerful desire is not to own a sports car or to live in a big house but to enjoy the heat of physical interaction, carnal coupling, a sensual massage, long and languid lovemaking, hot and naughty sex. And when you add a slice of fantasy to the proceedings then all is well and good.

Sexy escort Tricia had been a little bit apprehensive about our off duty visit to the randy fantasist. He had insisted that the theme for the evening was a Roman party, a Bacchanalean orgy to be precise in which Tricia and I were to play slaves, attired in togas and sandals and nothing much else. In my guise as the sex loving visiting escort Jodie I was actually very excited about the prospects for an evening of hot sex but my busty escort friend wasn’t convinced. Tricia was quite a traditional girl when it came to her sexual escapades. She didn’t like any gender ambiguity, preferred big and strong men and no doubt had a limited repertoire of sexual positions but I was the absolute opposite to the hot Hertfordshire girl. In fact I revelled in the exotic, the outrageous, the satisfying sexual acts that could take me to orgasmic heaven. The thought of dressing up and waiting on Clive hand and foot and obeying his every sexual command was a real thrill ride as far as I was concerned and I had told the Hertfordshire Escort that she didn’t have to come along if she didn’t want to, after all it was our own time and all!

We crunched up the drive, the gravel underneath my feet moving and popping about with some of the annoying small stones getting into my sandals. Not the most auspicious start for a sexy Hertfordshire girl. I shook them out before ringing the doorbell and our date soon appeared clutching a chalice from which he quaffed red wine. He was dressed in the garb of a Roman emperor complete with laurel leaves and whilst he wasn’t in great shape he was handsome and friendly. It was going to be fun I thought.