<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65247.msg2946128#msg2946128">Quote from: Dizzied on 17-04-2010, 07:23:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Oh, no thank you...I've already had several glasses."  Valeria declines.  "Yes, its not easy, but I'll manage something.  Marcellis wants to see his name spread through the city, and if his gladiators dominate the pits, its an easy way to gain favor with the lower class.  Tell me, have you ever dealt with the pits before, Ciro?  Other than simple betting on the fights.  Have you ever bought slaves or trained them or advertised?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The refusal of wine, the excuse given is accepted by Ciro.   Mostly in part because of the line of questioning.<strong><em>"Well you want to know if besides I set the book for each fight at the Pits.  Yes there is more.  I do have fighters.  At least half of the fights have one or two of the slaves that failed to pass becoming a gladiator dear.   That I have purchased for the pit."</em></strong><br/><br/>There was no mercy in the pit.  Win you live,  lose and your dead.  That was the simple rule of the matches of the pit.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65247.msg2946228#msg2946228">Quote from: Dragoondawg25 on 17-04-2010, 08:17:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Varius would look towards the mistress of the house, what did he have to prove.  He did things that were asked of him, might not get the mark, he would show her.  He would go and remove his loincloth and set it aside as he went to cross his arms again and wait for the wives to get their fill. He looked towards Cecil and narrowed his eyes slightly at the older man.  He said nothing to the mistress thou he did take and stare her right back into the eyes.  Keeping his expression the same as it always has been, cold, forboding, and firece.  For nothing said in the books that Thracian were nice people, more like bloodthirsty barbarians.  For now he would do as he was ordered, he was not what he wanted to be, and what he wanted to be was in battle, in war.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Thrace has hardly been a land of barbarians.   Having been Hellenistic for the pass two hundred years.    However, compared to republic.  It is nothing more then a backwater hole.  With crude barbaric people.<br/><br/>The women ogle over the gladiators as they remove the loincloths.    After several long moments.  The house guard would motion for the gladiators to put back on there loincloths.  As the three women moved on from them.   For the two wives are clearly  no engaged with the entertainment of  Jupiter and Venus.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65247.msg2946282#msg2946282">Quote from: Marvin on 17-04-2010, 08:57:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jupiter then spins Venus around in a graceful movement, embracing her from behind, in this movement, he slides his phallus between her legs, letting it brush against her moist labia. One hand reaching around, playing with her golden globes, his other hand steals back to massaging her mons, parting her labial lips again. He moves his hips forth and back, theatrically fucking her from behind, feeling her hot wetness being smeared on his penis. Pre-cum, mixed with her arousal is glistening on the tip of his cock, clearly visible to the audience. <br/><br/>'Lovely Venus, are you ready' he then whispers into her ear, leaving her to be in the dominant position.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Venus quivered to the touch.  As Jupiter's cock teased against her held open splayed petals.     A soft gasp escapes from under her mask.   The question whispered into her ear.  Is a mute question.    For the glistening trail that is applied against Jupiter's cock.  Gives testimony and answer to the question asked.     Yet a whispered answer is ushered.<em>"Yes, yes yes."</em>As she spoke the goddess would in sultry provocative motion.  Pull from Jupiter's grasp.  As she went down on her fours for him.     Position slightly angled  in raised up.  So when Jupiter enters her, all can see.<br/><br/>Conversations continue around the room.  Amongst the various patrons of the nights festivities.  However, those conversations have slowed as eyes turned to watch the theatrical production going on of Jupiter and  Venus.<br/><br/>