A bath first sounds lovely.

“While I’m eager to talk of the estate’s affairs, I’m afraid I’m not fit for your table at the moment, Adolphus,” you say ruefully. “Would you mind overmuch if I bathed first? It shouldn’t take long.”

Adolphus claps you on the shoulder. “Of course not! Not to worry at all. I trust you remember where your family’s quarters are? I’ll send a servant up shortly for your bath.”

You nod and part ways, lingering for just a second to watch Albina head out with her mother, heads bent together, whispering. She really is a very pretty girl...you can’t help but wonder what she thinks of you.

In your chambers—which used to be your father’s—you unlace your sandals and stretch, stiff from the road. A massive copper tub is here for you to bathe in, and you busy yourself putting away the few possessions you’ve brought with you on the road. A few minutes later there’s a knock at the door.

You open it and come up short: a lovely **** is standing there, dark hair tied tightly back in a bun, with elegant eyebrows over her green eyes. Her complexion looks Greek, and her figure is delightful: a classic hourglass shape, from what you can see, though she’s on the shorter side. She smiles slightly at you.

“My name is Polyxena, lord Gaius. I’m a servant of the house—here for your bath?” It’s only then that you realize she’s holding a few towels and a steaming pitcher of water.

“Ah, yes, of course. Please, uh, come in,” you stammer. You take a minute to collect yourself as Polyxena pours the steaming water into the bathtub, then quickly disrobe and enter the water as she turns to the towels and sponge. Quite unself-consciously the **** undies the top of her tunic, rolling it down to avoid it getting wet and coincidentally giving you a perfect view of her pendulous breasts and dark nipples. You try your best to relax as she crosses the room to you and begins to sponge you down, leaning close to you. You feel her breasts pressing into your back, and attempt to stifle your arousal with conversation.

“Ah, Polyxena...I don’t believe we’ve met before, have we?”

She shakes her head, looking amused. “I doubt it, Lord Gaius. Master Adolphus just purchased me last year to help keep the house in order.”

Did he now, you think but don’t say. You can guess that there might be other reasons for Adolphus to keep the Greek beauty around, though you can’t imagine the stolid man acting on them. Instead, you continue. “I see. And how do you like the estate?”

She shrugs. “Well enough, my lord. But I must admit...I grew up in Athens, and I find that this place lacks...stimulation.” She’s running the sponge over your chest, and then lower, over your belly, then lower. “It’s simply not as...attention-getting...as the places I am used to. Something you can sympathize with, I’m sure.”

At this point, her hand is actually on your (fully stiffened) cock.