Jack was grateful, suddenly, to live in a century where most diseases were a thing of the past. This past, he thought.A blare of horns announced the a...rrival of the Emperor, who took his seat only a few yards away. Jack could see him clearly, a middle-aged man swathed in a purple toga and accompanied by a tall, thin man who talked animatedly while the Emperor waved him off. "That's Nero, Jack!" Annie said."Wow," Jack said. He had never thought of meeting the Emperor of Rome, although he had met. He ran his hands over her nude body beneath, pinching her nipples with one hand as his other slid around to press onto the top of her ass, pulling her body against his. She ground against him, loving the feel of his manhood pressed into her. Wanting a closer look, she knelt in front of him. Her thumbs slipped into the waistband of his sweatpants, and she pulled them down to his ankles as she lowered herself to the ground.Colleen marveled at the throbbing meat in front of her face, and reached. With the metal ring already in place Mistress slid the cage with itsspiky ring in place and I heard the lock snap shut. I felt Mistressfiddling with the lock and then she released me from the chair. I amcertain ass was totally red from the spikes and I hoped we were done,seeing she had locked my clitty up already. As mistress led me towardsher spanking bench I realized this was not the case. Soon I was securedto the bench with my ass high in the air.Mistress caressed my spiked ass and with a. He girded Mjördaren and then stomped through the snow and the bitterly cold wind. A figure thickly wrapped in furs stood by the flier and greeted him with a muffled voice. “Hail Lord of the Ragnarsson clan and welcome home.”Erik Gustav knew of course who the man was and recognized the muffled voice. “Hail Orkning, it is good to be home indeed.”Erik Gustav climbed into the flier and so did his trusted warrior. Reinhold, another retainer, sat behind the controls. Erik Gustav greeted the usually.