When he beckoned to her, she scurried across the room, her naked tits bouncing most delightfully. And when she bent over to fill his cup, her full breasts hung down heavily, moving seductively before his fascinated eyes-the girl inadvertently offering him that succulent fruit no man could possibly refuse. Lucius reached up to capture a dangling tit, balancing it for a moment on his curved palm and studying it Then, taking the wide, fleshy tip between his fingers, he began toying with it, while expounding on his views to us. He kept the poor girl bent over like that. And, as he played with the rich man’s plaything, his voice became a bit sad-wistful, perhaps-and certainly with a note of envy for that which would never be his: the opulence of his surroundings and the horde of beautiful slave girls owned by that crass, money-grubbing trader.

Not that Lucius was poor-far from it. He came from one of Rome’s most prominent families and, like most of my brother officers, he was provided with a generous allowance which far overshadowed his meager army pay, even if his family’s wealth was not on the massive scale of our host’s. Alas, I was not so fortunate as Lucius. The son of a poor, honest farmer, I joined the Legions at sixteen, and had learned early on to take my pleasure wherever I could find it Two days after payday, I would inevitably find myself reduced to the whores who were kept at the barracks for the use of the troops. Thus, I was only too ready to take advantage of Licus’s “generosity” and allow the lissome girl who knelt beside me to have her way with my staunchly erect manhood.

By now my companions were well occupied. Lucius was avidly exploring the writhing young body of the long-haired girl, while Gaius dallied with an olive-skinned girl with plump tits and dusky nipples, whom he had invited to perch on his lap. Looking down on the young girl on her knees before me, I let my eyes appreciate the willowy lines of her lithe body, those slender shoulders and small pancake tits whose pleasing undercurves seemed to smile up at me. The slave girl’s fresh expectant face was surrounded by a mane of thick auburn hair, tawny tresses that hung loosely down over her delicate shoulders.