Looking for something. What was it?“It was you, actually, that contacted me, Miss Markwell, but I would like to talk. Just the two of us. May I be f...rank?”“Please. Raw honesty is always the best policy, Mr. Carson. Always. I don’t waver from that. Ever.”“OK. You’re intelligent, you have an eye for fashion, you’re a joy to talk to, and as I warned you before, very frankly, I think you’re beautiful.”I know I made a sucking noise when I gasped. “Mr. Carson...”“Billy. Please.”“For now, until I. "You go on; I should have dinner ready in about a half an hour," Helen replied, swatting his butt as he walked by.Getting to the top of the stairs, Dave turned into their master bedroom and then walked through it to their master bath. He peeled off his t-shirt and jeans and threw them into the clothes hamper and then jumped into the shower. He took a good, long hot shower, paying particular attention to make sure all parts of his body were clean and had no remnants of his fun with Larry. Drying. Markus was a little surprised as it wasn’t Carmen’s usual style and again he had to consider: ‘Did these women know?’. He often got on the impression that he was being assisted in the composition of these ‘secret’ moments he was capturing and that the women wanted their shot to be as perfect as possible. Finally, the food arrived. Markus’s erection went from being just a hard-on to full-on aroused as he played out the scene in his mind of what he could potentially happen here today. Carmen had. Janus had one passion, a pathological hatred of Antonius and a deep-seated jealousy of his frequent liaisons with the younger slaves of either sex. More than one slave died mysteriously during the night, but there were always replacements cheap enough and abundant in the markets. It was only Antonius's position on the senate that stopped Janus from poisoning him. She was past her prime and would miss the wealth and position of privilege.Miriam returned to the kitchen and was ordered to assist.