I had to save him from me. It would have destroyed my heart to crush him with the disasters I make of everything. I then literally ran to my car and d...rove the three hours back home, crying all the way.I sought solace in Captain Morgan and Rum Raisin ice cream. My new friend, Sylva, couldn’t bring me out of my depression. A wild night of Kiera picking out strangers to fuck, sometimes in public, helped but still didn’t console my heart. In my fear of this magical affair imploding, I had destroyed. "Thank you!", he said and moved backwards towards the elevator. After getting the TV to their apartment I invited them up to my place for some drinks. We sat drinking beer and smoking cigarettes; I stole glances at his wife as she sipped iced water. After some introductions and small talk they thanked me for the help and went back to finish moving in. At that time I was sharing my apartment with a girl I had met at work. We weren't living together (or sleeping together). I was just helping her. We were not surprised when they led us to the house of Servius Laellius Lucullus, father of the empress. His wife, the empress’s stepmother Attia (and the empress insisted that she was her stepmother, not her real mother, who had been unceremoniously divorced and replaced with Attia, who was only five years older than Severina), had been conspicuous on the list of those who failed to sacrifice to Emperor Lucius by the initial deadline. She had hurried to make the sacrifice after the execution. He pinned me down with his body as I came. “There you go,” he spoke softly, “but I’m not done yet.” His voice was mischievous. He straightened back up and kept going until I heard him groan. He pulled out and sat in a nearby chair. I rushed over and kneeled in between his legs. I put my mouth over his head as he jacked off. He let go and then pushed my head down until he hit the back of my throat. “Uh….,” he grunted when he touched the back of my throat. I felt hot cum shoot up into my mouth. I.