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The lady Aquila has left and I clean up and clear away the things used. Annona has gone to lie down; the constant chat has worn her down and out. Aquila eyed me with disdain, talked to me as if I were her slave rather than Annona's, beckoning me for this and that, sitting there like some princess from some foreign shore. Annona raised her eyes at me behind Aquila's back, and blew me a kiss when she could, and smiled as if to say bear with her she has no power over you, she loves only her own soul, if soul she has. Come to me this night, Amy, Annona said, enter my bed and love me as you do and I do you, and Aquila had just left, her shadow only just gone from the walls' hold. If only Annona's husband, Marcus, saw how we love and kiss and hold and lie, both of us would be slain in the bed and die. Last night, how her lips kissed upon my inner thighs, reaching up to my ****** nest, there she kissed and in Latin words, blessed.
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC
AMY BLESSED 47BC
The lady Aquila has left and I clean up and clear away the things used. Annona has gone to lie down; the constant chat has worn her down and out. Aquila eyed me with disdain, talked to me as if I were her slave rather than Annona's, beckoning me for this and that, sitting there like some princess from some foreign shore. Annona raised her eyes at me behind Aquila's back, and blew me a kiss when she could, and smiled as if to say bear with her she has no power over you, she loves only her own soul, if soul she has. Come to me this night, Amy, Annona said, enter my bed and love me as you do and I do you, and Aquila had just left, her shadow only just gone from the walls' hold. If only Annona's husband, Marcus, saw how we love and kiss and hold and lie, both of us would be slain in the bed and die. Last night, how her lips kissed upon my inner thighs, reaching up to my ****** nest, there she kissed and in Latin words, blessed.
A SLAVE GIRL IN ROME IN 47BC AND HER MISTRESS AND LOVER.
TerryCollett
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC
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