The first one was tall about my height but something about his attitude kind of irked me but the second one wow!He stood a lot shorter then me but was... fucking hot! He was a muscled little stud his arms bulged under his blue work top yes he was wearing a company shirt but the real distraction was the muscled ass as he passed. His jeans contained the perfect muscled ass it was shaped like you would expect of a greek marble statue. He had bright hazel eyes that sparkled with excitement on top was. When he saw me look then not say anything i could almost immediately feel his dick get harder..and it was kinda filling my crack and still goin almost touching my thighs..he was hung like a bull...so i squeeze my cheeks together grippin his dick wit my ass crack..i did that for about 2minutes straight...i know he wanted to fuk da shyt outta me after that..hell j would of if i was him lol...so i feel him lifting his big ass dick and positioning the head right at my ass hole..and i never did anal. This proved too much for the bitch and she raced forward, grabbing my whip in a flash, and slashing it across my face. I called on Xerxes to execute this haughty rebel immediately, but he only laughed."Should she fail in Greece, she shall be my present to you. She shall join my harem, and you will rule over her as her God."I saw a momentary crack in Artemisia’s tough demeanor, as she winced at this statement. In her arrogance she was over-confident of victory. Nonetheless it was a reminder that. My nerves gave me another quick nip as I got to the stage door, but I ignored them and walked in like I owned the place. The guard, poring over the Sunday paper, looked up briefly, nodded and waved me toward the stage. "Morning, Nick," he said. "They're waiting."Except for the piano and the leftover Turandot set the stage was empty when I walked on. But only the overhead lights were on, no spots, and I could see out into the house where Camilla was talking to three guys in suits. She waved me.