I’m sure the others are trying to figure out what we’re doing up here other than talking.”I shook my head. “That was not my intent.”She patt...ed my cheek. “I know. You’re too much of a boy scout for my taste.”I arched my eyebrow at that. “By whose definition?”She smiled and turned to stroll further along the hall. “That is for me to know and you to figure out.”I followed her, not sure where she was going. She stopped in front of a door at the end of the long, curved hallway. I hadn’t been this. . my cousin George with his back to me... standing with his white smooth bottom on show!I had to remember to breathe! I just had to look again, I couldn't help myself. All the time a soughing rhythmic sound became prominent. I peeked again, this time holding my nerve to look for longer, absorbing more detail. Yes, there stood my slim cousin, wearing just his vest, and his white plump curvy buttocks on show, and he was stood right against the rear wall of the shed.His hands were in front of him. She passed a wax seal on paper to guards at an entrance and then lead her protégé into the bowels of the arena. Here it was even more crowded, and many regular gladiators, slaves, were held behind bars as others walked with trainers. The calls and stamps of animals came from below, and Morrigan led her new champion to a small room like a cell. They stood with others and then a large man began to pull some ropes and the floor shook, falling below the hallway. ‘What magic is this!?’ Morrigan. And moved my hands to her ass and feel her vagina over pants and made up and down movements. She understood that started riding me over pants.Damn my jean became so tight and my 7 ½ inches circumcised dick has grown full length. She wore her jacket while she rode me and zipped it up to her neck. I said no but she didn’t care to listen. And she moved to my knees and said your belt was hurting me so far and started to unbuckle my belt and opened my jean and zipped down. Here my circumcised.