“Ah, yes, to the victor go the spoils!” Gratius cried, winking at me. “Come here, Uta, and accept your prize. But no, wait!” His gesture was that of a man who suddenly remembered something. “We forgot! First, you must kiss and make up. Let us see that there are no hard feelings.”

The slave girls turned to one another obediently, and opened their arms to take each other’s gleaming bodies in an embrace. Uta kissed Leia on the open mouth, delivering not exactly a sisterly kiss; but they both knew what their randy master wanted of them. For a moment, the two stood locked in a deep kiss, swaying slightly as their arms tightened and their warm bodies were drawn together. When the kiss broke, the two sweating girls still held each other and glanced up at their aroused master.

“Uta, I think perhaps you’ve hurt your friend, the nasty way you treated her lovely breasts. Say you’re sorry now, and give them a kiss to make them feel better,” my host urged with a devilish gleam in his eye. The thin girl mumbled an apology and ducked her head to bring her lips to the bruised tits. The kisses she bestowed were dry and perfunctory-a quick brush on each throbbing mound.

“No, better than that!” Gratius demanded. Again Uta lowered her head and nuzzled Leia’s nipples, while her companion stood with arms at her side, letting her head fall back, arching up her chest to accept the soothing relief offered to her ample feminine charms. Now Uta was kissing all over those tautly rounded curves, dragging her tongue after her lips, licking the oily tits lavishly, while Leia sighed and closed her eyes against the waves of pleasure.

“The nipples-suck on her nipples!” Gratius order in a voice that was choked with passion.

Leia arched back even farther, raising up those choice tips for the loving attentions of her rival, while Uta nosed into a soft mound of flesh and drew a big pink nipple between her teeth.