Instinct took over; a sudden hunch of his hips buried his cock into her cunt. Sex Miriam gasped and screamed as his knot passed between her lips. Janus had one passion, a pathological hatred of her husband Antonius and a deep-seated jealousy of his frequent liaisons with the younger slaves of either sex. Miriam licked and drank from her partner and continued to massage the girl’s clit with her tongue while fucking her with two fingers. She looked up to Anole who was now enjoying the sensation of his tongue. Too many old men, too many plots and intrigues weaved patterns in their viperous midst. They had been set as background accompaniment to allow the guests to talk and not have to shout, but a shrill note from a bull horn pierced the evening air and brought chatter to a sudden stop. Anole spread her legs and lifted her hips in an upward thrust in a desperate attempt to get Miriam’s mouth to her moistened and needy sex. Anole, who had been watching in fear of Miriam’s life, dropped her covering and joined her lover on the floor. The guests applauded and heaped praise on Antonius. Its head rose from it’s coiled body and began to sway in time with her belly. It raised her price a little, but not by much.
