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She had come to this dirty and poor excuse for an arena wrapped in a dark shawl so that no one would recognize her. And while she took no pleasure in watching men fight to the death, she knew that business had to be done. In the arena, two figures circled each other warily, grasping at their weapons readily to strike at any moment. One gladiator was bare shirt, wearing nothing save for a loin cloth. He had an impressive physique, and Aurelia noted the way that his muscles bulged and flexed as he gripped onto his spear, jabbing it at his opponent cautiously. But the one that Aurelia had come here to watch was the other gladiator, who was nothing more than a child. He wore a ragged tunic and wielded two light daggers, using them to parry and block each thrust of his opponent’s spear with blinding speed. Aurelia thought that the boy was indeed as ferocious as they said, resembling more a wild animal than any sort of human being. Suddenly, a cloaked figure moved beside Aurelia, and immediately she knew who he was. “That’s the boy?” Atticus asked, referring to the red haired boy. “Yes,” Aurelia confirmed. “He is a Celtic boy, captured last year after mature his tribe ambushed Roman forces in their jungles. Amongst the attacking forces he was the youngest of them. His current master saw great promise in the young boy and bought him to become a gladiator. Since then, he’s made his master a very rich man.” “What is his name?” “Brandan.” Big Boobs The two disguised figures stood quietly for several seconds, watching the show below them. The gladiator with the spear had begun to press the attack now, using his reach advantage wisely as he tried to corner his young opponent. The boy did try to fight back desperately, but did not seem to be able to escape the older gladiator’s attacks as he was pushed back effortlessly. “I have to say that I am so far very unimpressed.” Aurelia frowned. “His reputation far exceeds the capabilities I have observed thus far. Perhaps this was just a waste of time.” “Patience,” fetish Atticus chided. “A warrior is strongest when desperate. The fight is not over yet.” Just as BDSM he said that, the crowd cheered as Brandan was kicked heavily in the chest, slamming him into the arena walls and knocking all the breath out of him. “No, but I was thinking it would be really cool if we went to the dance tomorrow together! Charisma groaned. It was going to be a long night of driving back and forth he could tell. “Oh, good idea!” Patricia agreed. “Get them!” the Alley Viper yelled as the Cobras scrambled for their weapons. You were so close to not being a virgin anymore... mmm so mature close.” He whispered back as he played with my clit and nipples. I looked around for my flogger, I had dropped it on the ground a few minutes ago. Then there was Luke and Ryan they were brothers. When I awoke the next morning, there was no sign of him; his boots and socks, the X-Men tee-shirt, Arran sweater and the kilt, were all gone. His cock was for fucking with. Makes me feel older, mature, sophisticated. “Guys, should we unwrap our present?” Joe said and grabbed the edge of my dress near my chest. She whimpered as I slid through her pubic hair, found her hot pussy lips, and then the BDSM entrance to her cunt. We did, and shortly later we saw a girl talking to a man and his back looked familiar. “That's not our place,” I objected. “Girls, unless you’re here for a nap, scram.” He knew she wanted his opinion and he was more than happy to give it, “why didn’t you tell me you were an amazing artist on top of the brains and sports talent?” Silence. Bill had her head held firmly in place with fetish one hand while the other rubbed his cock all over her face, both cheeks, across her nose and forehead before pushing it into her mouth. I was sneaky and Big Boobs I was really fast so I think I was able to keep from getting caught, I just wish that I would have been able to see him with a boner. We all clapped and they both gave a small bow. did you need help?' “Slut, definitely.” “Well I don’t ravish everything on two legs like some blokes,” I admitted, “Cook does me a service every now an again, but she’s barren like thee.” Oh my god!