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Tribunica Potestas
Pleased that you like it.....hope you like the pics as well. Plenty more originals to come.It's getting good now, well, better really. It was always good.
jonesygirl
Tribunica Potestas
THE TAMING OF THE SHREWS
“Whoa Argentium!..Whoa!”. Polly Perkins' sudden appearance in the middle of the market square on market day was a common enough sight for the townsfolk not to warrant much attention. She'd either run out of post crucifixion or whipping cream or maybe just running low on candlelight and needed to refuel. She always travelled nude as galloping from one time period to another would have meant carrying lots of extra clothes to fit in with the fashion of the day and besides she enjoyed appearing naked in public. She was well known in these parts for the work she did in rescuing young maidens from the whip or the cross or indeed both, and often ran out of the creams and lotions she used in her missions. This market was the best in the Roman Empire for restocking on her vital supplies. She didn't intend to stay long as her work never seemed to finish. Brutus would take care of Argentium while his workmen would do her shopping. She handed over her travel bags, some coins including a tip and strict instructions as to what was a fair price and of course how to recognise cheap, fake, imported rubbish. And now she must pay a visit to Ulrika's Wine Bar for a glass or two of Gepeitschtfraumilch while she caught up on the recent gossip.
Ulrika was her usual bouncy self and had already poured a large glass of Polly's favourite tipple before she'd reached the bar. The women exchanged pleasantries before getting down to the serious business of gossip. Polly looked at the bottle a little puzzled. “ I thought Isolda owned the Gepeitschtfraumilch label?” enquired Polly. “She did until Isabella The Insatiable bought her out. Runs the place now with naked lesbian sex slaves.” “Interesting! Says here that all the grapes are trod by young virgins. Is that true?” “Well they were! Before Isabella got her hands on them….You just missed her..got wind of two little beauties up for sale at the Slave Market….Valentina and her younger sister Junia I do believe.” “ Val and Junia Pompilus??..I don't believe it!..This I must see. Back later.”
Polly left the inn completely forgetting that she hadn't a clue where the Slave Market was. She asked a little urchin. “Down the road miss for 100 yards, turn left and take the third turning on the right. Take the next left after CruxRus and carry straight on for 80 yards. At the junction take the second left and the Market is just 50 yards down.”
“Thank you young man. What is your name?”
“Tom Tom.” he replied.
“Whoa Argentium!..Whoa!”. Polly Perkins' sudden appearance in the middle of the market square on market day was a common enough sight for the townsfolk not to warrant much attention. She'd either run out of post crucifixion or whipping cream or maybe just running low on candlelight and needed to refuel. She always travelled nude as galloping from one time period to another would have meant carrying lots of extra clothes to fit in with the fashion of the day and besides she enjoyed appearing naked in public. She was well known in these parts for the work she did in rescuing young maidens from the whip or the cross or indeed both, and often ran out of the creams and lotions she used in her missions. This market was the best in the Roman Empire for restocking on her vital supplies. She didn't intend to stay long as her work never seemed to finish. Brutus would take care of Argentium while his workmen would do her shopping. She handed over her travel bags, some coins including a tip and strict instructions as to what was a fair price and of course how to recognise cheap, fake, imported rubbish. And now she must pay a visit to Ulrika's Wine Bar for a glass or two of Gepeitschtfraumilch while she caught up on the recent gossip.
Ulrika was her usual bouncy self and had already poured a large glass of Polly's favourite tipple before she'd reached the bar. The women exchanged pleasantries before getting down to the serious business of gossip. Polly looked at the bottle a little puzzled. “ I thought Isolda owned the Gepeitschtfraumilch label?” enquired Polly. “She did until Isabella The Insatiable bought her out. Runs the place now with naked lesbian sex slaves.” “Interesting! Says here that all the grapes are trod by young virgins. Is that true?” “Well they were! Before Isabella got her hands on them….You just missed her..got wind of two little beauties up for sale at the Slave Market….Valentina and her younger sister Junia I do believe.” “ Val and Junia Pompilus??..I don't believe it!..This I must see. Back later.”
Polly left the inn completely forgetting that she hadn't a clue where the Slave Market was. She asked a little urchin. “Down the road miss for 100 yards, turn left and take the third turning on the right. Take the next left after CruxRus and carry straight on for 80 yards. At the junction take the second left and the Market is just 50 yards down.”
“Thank you young man. What is your name?”
“Tom Tom.” he replied.
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
But with the image Pp's heart says hi ho Silver! Though he finds the urchin navigator's name hilariously apt.
aha!
THE TAMING OF THE SHREWS
While her sister was whingeing, Junia got on with undressing. She felt conscious, all-too-conscious, of lots of men, and a few women too, observing the newly-arrived merchandise, but this is part of what it means to be a slave, she told herself, and wished her cheeks would stop blushing. The mighty-muscled young man who’d accompanied Bonus took his equipment out of the big leather bag he’d been carrying. He turned to Duo, a visible tremor swept up her bare spine as she straightened instinctively, gripping her bare buttocks in nervous anticipation.
Holding one of the small wooden boards by its cord, he looked her up and down for a few moments, she felt her cheeks burning, then he hung it around her neck. While he took a brush and a pot of greasy black ink form his bag, she helpfully shook her head and flicked her hair back so it wouldn’t be obscured.. “Name?” “Jun – er, Duo, Sir.” She looked down as he splashed the three letters onto the wood. If Val’s tits are a laugh, she was thinking, mine are hardly worth a titter! But she couldn’t help feeling and seeing how her nipples were swelling. The sight of her slave-name inscribed between them, the man’s rough left hand pressing her nipple as he held the board steady, gave her a strange, frightening, delicious sense that she was becoming someone quite different – no longer Junia, Vestal-novice-to-be, but truly Duo, the slavegirl.
He unlocked the gate and gestured Duo into the pen, slapped her bare bum as he shut it behind her. She stood alongside the handsome woman, imitating the way she was posing, head coyly inclined, hands hanging down, letting her female assets - such as they were - be seen unimpeded. A few men peered at her, one with a walking stick stuck it through the hurdle-bars and prodded between her thighs, she understood his meaning and parted them wider.
Now Una was naked, and the youth turned his attention to her. She was still red with embarrassment and fury, her eyes look like they’d turn him to stone as he approached with the name-board, but he was clearly of heroic stock. He slipped the cord over her head, picked up his brush and ink. “Name?” She glared and sniffed haughtily, in dumb insolence. He grinned, his loincloth quivered, she viewed the muscles of his hairy chest working more keenly. “Okay, I’ll guess – that brat’s your sister, she’s called Duo, you’ll be Una.” He started to paint, her breasts made his board rise and fall, its roughness rubbing their smooth skin.
“Age?” She paused, then mumbled “Eighteen.” “Eighteen what?” This one’s going to be fun for some slave-breaker, he was chuckling inwardly. While she went on pouting at him, he fondled her right breast with his left hand. It was warm and sweat-wet. “They’re not that bad,” he said softly. Suddenly Una’s head bowed, she sniffed, “I’m eighteen years old… Sir…” She was fighting back a tear. “Virgin?” “Mm,” she nodded, glancing up into his dark tan eyes. As he painted XVIII and VIRGO, she was thinking – yes, though he’s heavier built, he’s surely Bonus’s son, but he reminds me of someone else too, who….?
He opened the gate, smacked her bottom, “Good luck slavegirl,” he whispered as she slipped in to join her sister. She watched him as he departed with his father in the direction of the auction area, hardly aware of the would-be buyers’ eyes, fingers, canes and whip-handles all exploring her soft nooks and rounded crevices.
The sound of a gong signalled the end of the brat-sale. Now the huge-voiced auctioneer proclaimed through a megaphone, “Virgines non domitae!”, “Untrained maidens,” girls newly enslaved, victims of many misfortunes – captives of war, condemned criminals’ kids, daughters of disgraced politicians and public men, girls whose parents had fallen on hard times – or (as the two sisters were well aware) had decided ready cash was more worth having than stroppy teenagers.
The remaining customers hurried off to get places on the now well-filled terraces, anxious to be where they could catch the auctioneer’s eye. A squad of Nubian slave-guards unlocked the pen and pushed the livestock into a single file, they marched, tituli flapping against their titties, into the auction-ring, where a murmur of excitement greeted them as they were made to stride around the arena, and then climb the steps to wait their turns along the back of the wide platform.
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Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Another piece of work from Eulalia that sees Pp exercise caution when he takes his early morning coffee.
jonesygirl
Tribunica Potestas
THE TAMING OF THE SHREWS
Polly was toying with the idea of selling little urchins with Tom Tom's ability to long distance wagon drivers as navigational aids. You'd simply give the boy a prod and say “The Colosseum, nearest inn, Londinium, or Ulrika's Wine Bar..” and then follow directions. Suddenly she arrived..
Oh the sights and aromas of a slave market on a warm summer's day always gave Polly a thrill. She enjoyed the buzz of the crowds looking for a bargain, slave owners offering untouched virgins at give away prices, the crack of a whip and the scream of a slave all added to the entertainment. This was the open part of the slave market where traders avoided paying auctioneers fees and relied on passing trade. Most of the traders avoided paying any taxes at all and knew every trick in the book. A quick scrub down, cheap perfume and lashings of sunflower oil always helped to make mutton appear as spring lamb and of course they were all virgins! Slaves of every complexion were here from all corners of the Empire including a line of women chained neck to neck. These were obviously Celts and brought with them a reputation of being little more than Barbarians. Difficult to house train and had peculiar personal and eating habits. They were best housed outside and would require frequent use of the whip. They were good in the fields and were often used for milk when the cows ran dry. Angles on the other hand had much fairer, softer skin and would bring much higher prices at auction. Now where is the entrance to the indoor market?
Polly was toying with the idea of selling little urchins with Tom Tom's ability to long distance wagon drivers as navigational aids. You'd simply give the boy a prod and say “The Colosseum, nearest inn, Londinium, or Ulrika's Wine Bar..” and then follow directions. Suddenly she arrived..
Oh the sights and aromas of a slave market on a warm summer's day always gave Polly a thrill. She enjoyed the buzz of the crowds looking for a bargain, slave owners offering untouched virgins at give away prices, the crack of a whip and the scream of a slave all added to the entertainment. This was the open part of the slave market where traders avoided paying auctioneers fees and relied on passing trade. Most of the traders avoided paying any taxes at all and knew every trick in the book. A quick scrub down, cheap perfume and lashings of sunflower oil always helped to make mutton appear as spring lamb and of course they were all virgins! Slaves of every complexion were here from all corners of the Empire including a line of women chained neck to neck. These were obviously Celts and brought with them a reputation of being little more than Barbarians. Difficult to house train and had peculiar personal and eating habits. They were best housed outside and would require frequent use of the whip. They were good in the fields and were often used for milk when the cows ran dry. Angles on the other hand had much fairer, softer skin and would bring much higher prices at auction. Now where is the entrance to the indoor market?
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Love this manip - so much going on,
it can really hear, smell, feel the heat -
just as you say,
Oh the sights and aromas of a slave market on a warm summer's day!
Love this manip - so much going on,
it can really hear, smell, feel the heat -
just as you say,
Oh the sights and aromas of a slave market on a warm summer's day!
I was thinking much the same thing. Lots of atmosphere. Great background picture for it.
T
The Fallen Angel
Guest
What manip?...that is a photo sent to us on Polly's Blueberry. There is indeed a lot that seems to be going off in the background. Polly has assured us that the photos and texts will continue to be sent. She's not sure what the reception will be like inside the slave market.
T
The Fallen Angel
Guest
THE TAMING OF THE SHREWS
“Duo!!..I'm always bloody Duo aren't I.” Apart from the indignity of being stark naked and having her nipples played with by a complete stranger Junia had come to resent always being second. Second to be born, second hand clothes, second to be served at the table..always in the shadow of her elder sister. Well at least now there was a level playing field. Both naked for sale in this flea pit. Things couldn't get worse, could they? Was there a some God/Goddess who specialised in helping young virgins in desperate need? She couldn't think of one off hand...why didn't she pay more attention at school!
Outside, Polly was making her way through the main entrance. People were guzzling down the last dregs of their Gepeitschtfraumilch during the interval and had begun their way back to the main event of the sale. The sale of the virgins. All guaranteed with verified pedigrees and...by all accounts, well, at least that of Ulrika..the sale of Valentina and Junia Pompilus!!
“Duo!!..I'm always bloody Duo aren't I.” Apart from the indignity of being stark naked and having her nipples played with by a complete stranger Junia had come to resent always being second. Second to be born, second hand clothes, second to be served at the table..always in the shadow of her elder sister. Well at least now there was a level playing field. Both naked for sale in this flea pit. Things couldn't get worse, could they? Was there a some God/Goddess who specialised in helping young virgins in desperate need? She couldn't think of one off hand...why didn't she pay more attention at school!
Outside, Polly was making her way through the main entrance. People were guzzling down the last dregs of their Gepeitschtfraumilch during the interval and had begun their way back to the main event of the sale. The sale of the virgins. All guaranteed with verified pedigrees and...by all accounts, well, at least that of Ulrika..the sale of Valentina and Junia Pompilus!!
virgins? both?
T
The Fallen Angel
Guest
Yes of course!...whether it stays that way I don't know. Perhaps Polly Perkins will come to their rescue at some stagevirgins? both?
and how about her twin-sister there in that sandy Texas
T
The Fallen Angel
Guest
I'm not sure what Hans means by the twin sister in Texas but I do know that Hans is a big admirer of Polly. So, while we await the next bit from Eulalia here are a few things that newcomers to this site may wish to know about Polly.
THE TAMING OF THE SHREWS
A few notes about Polly Perkins. I'm not sure how many of the original tales of Polly still exist on this site but here are a few facts. She was brought up in Sheffield and was a keen member of the Girl Guides earning tons of badges. She soon became a very skilled horsewoman and could have represented her country at the Olympics were it not for the fact that she preferred to ride naked. The reasons for this have been explained earlier in the story. She doesn't use any TARDIS to travel, just candlelight. She keeps in touch with Mel & Julie's Detective Agency via her Blueberry. She claimed to be descended from Lady Godiva. Although she knew her well there was never any family connection. She has gained a well earned reputation as the saviour of whipped or crucified maidens throughout history and has been a long time favourite of Hans for her sterling work in this field. Her tools of the trade include post whipping and crucifixion creams. The recipes for these are still closely guarded in the Secret Museum in London.
Her successes in bringing villains to account are too numerous to mention but one or two come to mind. She was responsible for bringing Hashtuk Malli, a young Indian squaw to justice for using a bow and arrow in a public place and several counts of nailing girls to crosses, especially in churchyards.
She is still on the trail of J.L. who crucified Connie and is still on the run. You can still read Golden Ruler's interview with Connie somewhere early in The Coffee Shop..will look up the reference later. Bringing J.L. to justice remains one of her ambitions. She did manage however to uncover one of his massive frauds which netted him millions, enabling him to stay on the run. Lady Chlamydia Tuppence Fairweather Golightly paid $30 million for “The White Slave Trade” which she believed was an original St Johny and exhibited it at the Guggenheim museum in New York. As it happened Polly was in the Big Apple with Jenny Two Whips Tompkins on a dirty weekend and paid the museum a visit. Polly has perfect vision and spotted the mouse in the painting!..the calling card of J.L. Lady C. was distraught.
At the moment Polly is about to enter the indoor slave market and I'm sure she will send us plenty more pics and keep us well informed.
PS Can you see the mouse?
THE TAMING OF THE SHREWS
A few notes about Polly Perkins. I'm not sure how many of the original tales of Polly still exist on this site but here are a few facts. She was brought up in Sheffield and was a keen member of the Girl Guides earning tons of badges. She soon became a very skilled horsewoman and could have represented her country at the Olympics were it not for the fact that she preferred to ride naked. The reasons for this have been explained earlier in the story. She doesn't use any TARDIS to travel, just candlelight. She keeps in touch with Mel & Julie's Detective Agency via her Blueberry. She claimed to be descended from Lady Godiva. Although she knew her well there was never any family connection. She has gained a well earned reputation as the saviour of whipped or crucified maidens throughout history and has been a long time favourite of Hans for her sterling work in this field. Her tools of the trade include post whipping and crucifixion creams. The recipes for these are still closely guarded in the Secret Museum in London.
Her successes in bringing villains to account are too numerous to mention but one or two come to mind. She was responsible for bringing Hashtuk Malli, a young Indian squaw to justice for using a bow and arrow in a public place and several counts of nailing girls to crosses, especially in churchyards.
She is still on the trail of J.L. who crucified Connie and is still on the run. You can still read Golden Ruler's interview with Connie somewhere early in The Coffee Shop..will look up the reference later. Bringing J.L. to justice remains one of her ambitions. She did manage however to uncover one of his massive frauds which netted him millions, enabling him to stay on the run. Lady Chlamydia Tuppence Fairweather Golightly paid $30 million for “The White Slave Trade” which she believed was an original St Johny and exhibited it at the Guggenheim museum in New York. As it happened Polly was in the Big Apple with Jenny Two Whips Tompkins on a dirty weekend and paid the museum a visit. Polly has perfect vision and spotted the mouse in the painting!..the calling card of J.L. Lady C. was distraught.
At the moment Polly is about to enter the indoor slave market and I'm sure she will send us plenty more pics and keep us well informed.
PS Can you see the mouse?
Polly found her some time ago in London after she was abused by a boke ( he crucified her as I can find in my memories)
PS Can you see the mouse? -Melissa
Yeah but at first I thought it was a certain rodent...
Yeah but at first I thought it was a certain rodent...
sorry for the delay and I'm dropping a bit behind with my version, but Melissa's and Julie's pictures and ideas are a wonderful source, I'll pick up where my last bit left off with a small change inspired by one of Polly's snaps -
The remaining customers hurried off to get places on the now well-filled terraces, anxious to be where they could catch the auctioneer’s eye. A squad of Nubian slave-guards unlocked the pen and pushed the livestock into a single file through the market towards the auction-block.
As they were herded along, the ‘untrained maidens’ passed the area where trained slavegirls were being inspected and examined by prospective customers. These were cradle-slaves, who’d never been anything but slavegirls, or youngsters like Uli who’d been captured in childhood and moulded by firm discipline into obedient, compliant serving-maids. Junia noticed how instinctively these slaves presented themselves, standing alert or kneeling humbly, their eyes bright, lips parted, every nerve and sinew of their slim bodies primed to obey. How unlike her, how unlike her sister! It was an alien world, but one she was finding fascinating.
They marched, tituli flapping against their titties, into the auction-ring, where a murmur of excitement greeted them as they were made to stride around the arena, and then climb the steps to wait their turns along the back of the wide platform. The sisters huddled side by side, but, like the other girls, they were too overawed by the situation to dare to whisper, or even look at one another – fear is catching.
They watched as one by one the slaves in their coffle were sold off. Each was called, displayed naked to the crowd, then made to climb down into the ring once more to show off her assets, encouraged by the ringmaster with his huge long whip, while the auctioneer took bids from the excited spectators.
Suddenly, Junia nudged her sister, she’d spotted their mother, along with Melissa, Uli and the slave-merchant Bonus Maximus, they’d just come up onto the platform and were watching the proceedings from behind the clerks’ desk, where a pair of grim-faced men were receiving and recording the copper, bronze or even silver coins being paid for the girl-flesh. Augusta was in deep discussion with Bonus, they were evidently arguing, Valentina shrugged, mum always drives a hard bargain…
But as Una the slavegirl, she had more on her mind. A shapely blonde was just being knocked down for a good purseful, a pretty, petite youngster was standing trembling, waiting to go next. Then she was to be next in line, the black guard signalled to her to stand up in readiness.
The little brown-haired girl seemed terrified as she climbed the few wooden steps up to the auction-stand, she was still hugging her neat little breasts, “Hands on your head!” yelled the auctioneer, “Show them your titties!” She obeyed, and when she got down into the ring, after freezing for a moment, she began to dance to the crack of the ringmaster’s whip in a series of beautiful, balletic moves that seemed to transform her from a scared little mouse into a supernatural vision, a nymph not of woods or water but of the slave-market. The crowd was temporarily hushed at her astonishing loveliness, but the auctioneer soon began spotting offers, within a couple of minutes the little marvel had been sold to some brothel-keeper.
So now it was Una’s turn. As she approached the steps to the block, she glanced back, her mother was close behind her. Suddenly she became a frightened little girl again, surely this isn’t happening? Surely my mother isn’t going to sell me? She was about to burst into tears, Augusta was just scowling. Melissa gave her one mighty push and she knew it was real – she was in the limelight!
She began to climb the few wooden steps but then froze in shock. That had to be Titania Maximus and her doting mother standing below the corner of the stage! She would recognise those tits anywhere! She would never forget those days and nights at the boarding school and especially the traumatic experience of sharing her first plunge in the warm bath with Titania. “Why don't we share a bath?” she said. “Eco friendly! Save water, get to know a new girl..” she said. And those games she taught the other girls to play didn’t get a mention in Valentina's wax-tablets to mum and dad. Well here she was with her mother who was looking to buy a nice little toy for Titania's birthday. Her mother was quite partial to some nice firm female flesh herself but as a rule would not share her daughter's playthings. And things suddenly clicked in Una’s anxious brain – Titania’s the daughter of Bonus Maximus, that dishy hunk must be her brother – that’s why he looked familiar!
The remaining customers hurried off to get places on the now well-filled terraces, anxious to be where they could catch the auctioneer’s eye. A squad of Nubian slave-guards unlocked the pen and pushed the livestock into a single file through the market towards the auction-block.
As they were herded along, the ‘untrained maidens’ passed the area where trained slavegirls were being inspected and examined by prospective customers. These were cradle-slaves, who’d never been anything but slavegirls, or youngsters like Uli who’d been captured in childhood and moulded by firm discipline into obedient, compliant serving-maids. Junia noticed how instinctively these slaves presented themselves, standing alert or kneeling humbly, their eyes bright, lips parted, every nerve and sinew of their slim bodies primed to obey. How unlike her, how unlike her sister! It was an alien world, but one she was finding fascinating.
They marched, tituli flapping against their titties, into the auction-ring, where a murmur of excitement greeted them as they were made to stride around the arena, and then climb the steps to wait their turns along the back of the wide platform. The sisters huddled side by side, but, like the other girls, they were too overawed by the situation to dare to whisper, or even look at one another – fear is catching.
They watched as one by one the slaves in their coffle were sold off. Each was called, displayed naked to the crowd, then made to climb down into the ring once more to show off her assets, encouraged by the ringmaster with his huge long whip, while the auctioneer took bids from the excited spectators.
Suddenly, Junia nudged her sister, she’d spotted their mother, along with Melissa, Uli and the slave-merchant Bonus Maximus, they’d just come up onto the platform and were watching the proceedings from behind the clerks’ desk, where a pair of grim-faced men were receiving and recording the copper, bronze or even silver coins being paid for the girl-flesh. Augusta was in deep discussion with Bonus, they were evidently arguing, Valentina shrugged, mum always drives a hard bargain…
But as Una the slavegirl, she had more on her mind. A shapely blonde was just being knocked down for a good purseful, a pretty, petite youngster was standing trembling, waiting to go next. Then she was to be next in line, the black guard signalled to her to stand up in readiness.
The little brown-haired girl seemed terrified as she climbed the few wooden steps up to the auction-stand, she was still hugging her neat little breasts, “Hands on your head!” yelled the auctioneer, “Show them your titties!” She obeyed, and when she got down into the ring, after freezing for a moment, she began to dance to the crack of the ringmaster’s whip in a series of beautiful, balletic moves that seemed to transform her from a scared little mouse into a supernatural vision, a nymph not of woods or water but of the slave-market. The crowd was temporarily hushed at her astonishing loveliness, but the auctioneer soon began spotting offers, within a couple of minutes the little marvel had been sold to some brothel-keeper.
So now it was Una’s turn. As she approached the steps to the block, she glanced back, her mother was close behind her. Suddenly she became a frightened little girl again, surely this isn’t happening? Surely my mother isn’t going to sell me? She was about to burst into tears, Augusta was just scowling. Melissa gave her one mighty push and she knew it was real – she was in the limelight!
She began to climb the few wooden steps but then froze in shock. That had to be Titania Maximus and her doting mother standing below the corner of the stage! She would recognise those tits anywhere! She would never forget those days and nights at the boarding school and especially the traumatic experience of sharing her first plunge in the warm bath with Titania. “Why don't we share a bath?” she said. “Eco friendly! Save water, get to know a new girl..” she said. And those games she taught the other girls to play didn’t get a mention in Valentina's wax-tablets to mum and dad. Well here she was with her mother who was looking to buy a nice little toy for Titania's birthday. Her mother was quite partial to some nice firm female flesh herself but as a rule would not share her daughter's playthings. And things suddenly clicked in Una’s anxious brain – Titania’s the daughter of Bonus Maximus, that dishy hunk must be her brother – that’s why he looked familiar!
