He was married, he was older, I didn’t love him at all. Anyways, I got back home late at night after a wild fuck… I didn’t take him seriously…... till that time. Well, no need to say he was a lot more experienced than guys my age, sex with him was so exhausting and so sweet. That night his wife was out so we had the whole night just for two of us. We were in his apartment. I was sitting in the armchair, he sat down on the arm and started kissing my ear. The kisses were so light and weightless but. I knew I didn’t have a lot of time. I opened the panties where there was a light brownish colored stain and raised them to my nose. I inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of my cousin’s pussy. They smelt sooooo good. I lowered them every so often to rub them on my cock and fantasize about her pantied pussy rubbing against my cock, adding to the strings of precum already there. It didn’t take much time, probably all of three minutes before I could feel my orgasm approaching (I am hard right now. .. you don't seem surprised," I said."I know youuu, Vih ... nnee," he began laboriously. "Whannn youuu reeely wan sum ... thing ... youuu doann quit." He said it with a smile. He had been watching my pursuit of Dana, and when we came to the door together today, in the middle of a work day, he figured it out right away. His stroke hadn't dulled his mind at all."Immm veh ... ree happ ... eee for youuu boa ... th," he said with his lopsided smile.I walked to him and embraced him. As much as I knew. As a slave, I was told almost nothing of the important issues in the Empire, and even the small bits of news I did overhear in my duties didn’t concern me. In Rome, knowledge could be a very dangerous thing, especially for a slave with my particular gifts. So, one might wonder, what kind of gift could a mere slave possess that could possibly matter to anyone? The answer of course is sex. You see, I am a sex slave, a man bound and sold for the pleasure of the rich and powerful citizens of Rome..