Marcus laughed, a low rumbling sound in his chest, “GO looking, are you blind? I have not the kind of features that make women wet nor the size of cock to compensate for that lack.” He shook his head, “I was spared the calls to the mistress’s chamber when the master was away on business.”<br/><br/>He studied his fellow helper for a moment or two debating if the loss of some food was worth the gaining of goodwill, “There is some food that is reasonable if you dust it down over there behind that bench.” Marcus pointed out the bench as he continued, “No doubt I will meet they all in due course.”<br/><br/>He threw a piece of chair onto the firewood pile, “So which of the Gladiators do I have to watch for?”<br/><br/>