Kim gasped as she felt the trickle of oil on her rear, followed by her master's firm hands, pulling her apart, working the oil into her with his finge...rtips, slowly preparing her for him. Back in her previous life, in twenty-first century Manchester, anal sex had been something that she had occasionally accepted, but never enjoyed. But here in ancient Rome, they really knew how to do it, and she was starting to get pleasure from it. The olive oil slid along her crack, followed by her master's. It wasn’t what she had pictured growing up a young girl in the big city. She had dreamed of 200 thousand dollar homes, with gardens and cooks. Being the social hit of the town, opera, the theater, the big city life. But she had fallen for him the first time they met. There was something that drew her to him, and slowly the pieces all began to fit. Instead of the new home in the new development she was tending to a 100 year old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. But she loved the charm of the. Max curled his finger while inside her trying to find that magic spot. Brenda squirmed with pleasure and her hand slipped further into his shorts, allowing her fingers to slide down the shaft of his awesome cock. Her fingertips moved down towards the stem then back up till reaching the clearly defined ridge which marked his circumcised head. Her fingers explored every ridge of his wonderful penis. Max knelt down and slipped his fingers inside the sides Brenda’s bikini and slowly slid them down. I asked her what she wanted and she said she wanted her pussy stoked and rubbed hard by something hard to make her feel good. I got up on my knees and my cock was rock hard. She looked up at me and told me she is ready. She spread her legs wider and positioned herself so I could enter her.As I was penetrating her tight pussy hole she started to squirm and moan. She then grabbed my hips and ass and pushed me all the way in her. She let out a short, sharp cry. I asked her what was wrong, she said.