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The strong sun shining through the high window space woke Titus Junius. The month was June and the year would eventually be known as AD 79. Titus was Roman Governor of the province of Sicilia under the Roman Emperor Vestapius. He lay naked on his bed in his villa in the provincial capital of Syracuse and contemplated the day ahead. As Governor of Sicilia he reported direct to the Emperor through the Senate in Rome, but in effect he was totally responsible for control of the Island. He exercised that control through a number of regional delegates and today he would receive his delegate from Agrigentum, Julius Careum, his richest region along with his blonde wife Cassia.

Part of the favours a regional governor would expect to receive from his senior delegates was the attention of his wife or indeed any servants that he might bring in his entourage. Titus recalled that the previous year he had very much enjoyed the attention of Cassia, as indeed his own wife Aurora had pleasured Julius Careum as a good wife should as part of her duties to the Governor. As a result she had received a gift of pleasure and issue from her husband's important visitor and he had received the same form his wife.

Titus and Aurora had separate bed chambers, as Governor, he and his wife had no reason to share a chamber at night, they had the right to take pleasure from each other or indeed whoever they wished, whenever and wherever the opportunity arose.

With Titus it arose with frequency, he was a virile and upstanding man. A man of adequate size and stamina and as he lay naked on his bed the heat was not only rising in the room, but also in his phallus as he thought once again about the charms that Cassia had presented on her last visit! He looked down at the effect these thoughts had caused and called to his young manservant Lucio to require that he bring with him to the chamber a female slave and water to wash his body clear of his thoughts.

Within moments Lucio arrived at the doorway carrying a water vessel, by his side a dark haired slave he had not seen before with a fine cloth in her hands. Titus bid them to move forward to his side. With the manservant holding the vessel, the female slave dipped the cloth, squeezing the loose water back into the vessel and reached out first to his feet, starting to wash them. Titus closed his eyes as he instructed her to continue her washing of his body until he bid her to cease.

Her washing moved first to his calves and then to his thighs. She paused and looked up. In front of her rose his phallus, hard and straight, dark, knurled and well used. Below rested his large scrotum sacks, they were clearly tight and full. She was unsure if she should wash such a venerated phallus. Titus opened his eyes and raised his head, commanding her to continue until he said anything further. The servant washed the cloth in the bowl and then slowly drew it up and down the sides of his phallus and across the heavy dark bulb at its peak. She then cupped his scrotum with one hand as she ran the cloth around the heavy sack. She heard Titus sigh heavily and watched as his phallus involuntarily moved right in front of her eyes.

She moved the cloth onto the mat of dark hair that surrounded the base of his phallus and then up towards his stomach. Titus lifted his arm and found her shoulder, pushing it back and instructing her to go no higher but to continue to wash his phallus until he told her to cease. She looked up nervously towards Lucio, who nodded to indicate she should do as she was commanded. As she looked back down, she was aware that there was a clear bulge under his toga where Lucio's own phallus must hang.

The slave girl moved the cloth once again over the end of the phallus in front of her and as she moved it to the side with her hand closing it around its girth, she heard a low moan from Titus and the instruction to squeeze his scrotum at the same time. She moved her free hand to the scrotum and began to run and squeeze without the cloth, observing the movement that had started in the Governors hips. She ran her hand up and down the length of his phallus a number of times as his hips continued to push up and down away from the bed on which he lay.

Then suddenly she felt his scrotum tighten, his hips cease to move and watched as an arc of white issue left the peak of his phallus into the air, covering his stomach and chest as it fell. She starred at his

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